I don't know why, because I have been reading posts on this board for a while now, but I'm often surprised how eerily our stories seem be. My career involves resolving problems through data collection and acting on observation, and so many of these situation fall into such similar patterns it should be easy to distill some kind of working solution for all so as to not get into these situations in the first place. But that's just my brain making up wishful fantasies. I know. Nobody hands you a "manual to life" and says "Study this. There is going to be a test.", but sometimes it feels like there ought to be. Because patterns...
W is away at school overnight. It's where she met the OM and my mind can't help but to go there. Supposedly the whole EA blew up, but who knows. She's spent years telling me lies about how we're ok, that everything was good, while the resentment in her festered. Can't help but to feel these dark thoughts percolate, but then I feel strangely numb. Like none of this is starting to matter any more. The only thing that matters is my two kids are sleeping upstairs. I feel grateful for them.
