So my get together didn’t go quite the way I planned. Two friends came and then a third after one of the first two had left. The fourth friend, the one I met a couple of months ago who said for sure she was coming, texted me in the afternoon that he dog was limping so she was going to take him to the vet. An hour later, she texted that he was going in for surgery. Anyway...the poor thing was so “high” when she got him home that evening that she wasn’t able to leave him. I just laughed. I told her it might be destiny for us to never meet again. Despite it not going quite as planned, it was fun to get together with the women who did make it. I am glad I did it and will definitely organize something again soon.
This morning my kids are all over me to have a sleep over with a couple friends. I was looking through my phone for numbers and I came across some old texts from my H from when he had a different number. They were right around the time we were moving in July 2017...about two and a half years into his double life. Looking at them knowing what I know now, it is still confusing. They looked like normal texts between a husband and wife who were working well together. Lots of considerate and respectful texts (please, thanks, etc...), inside jokes and I love you’s. Reading them, you would NEVER guess that the husband was secretly living a double life and resenting his wife for all of that time. I have accepted this is where we are at but man... it is just still so bizarre to me. Don’t think I will ever understand it but I guess that is the gist of the situations where people bomb their spouses and run...pretty difficult to comprehend the incomprehensible.
