Tonight I experienced another of so many examples of the telepathic connection that exists between myself and W.
I had just stepped outside to walk my dog in the snow of the upper Millyard, and I had the feeling my wife was going to call me. One second later, her voice was cheefully describing her day of attending arts presentations at the College Art Association Conference in Manhattan. She sounded happy and told me about running into one of her former photography professors from the University of Florida, at a presentation about "emerging clay artists in the U.S.
I wonder why someone who is supposedly not interested in working with clay anymore, would choose to attend that talk, when there are so many other topics to choose from?
She also informed me that she was going to stay an extra day and a half, and would not be returning home to Amesbury until late Sunday night. This 4 1/2 day trip will now be the longest we have ever been apart in 20 years. If she does go ahead and get an apartment on her own in the Boston area, I can tell I am going to have a hard time with the transition.
I tried to not sound too disappointed, and said I would look forward to hearing about her day's events when we talk again tomorrow evening.
Back inside, a few minutes later, I began to feel anger rising. It seems so unfair that she can drop a bomb on me, walk away, dashing our dreams of working together, initiate preparations for a separation, cut off sexual relations with me, and then take a trip to New York where she is feeling happy and seeming oblivious to the pain that she has caused me.
The rollercoaster has begun, but this time we are not belted together in the same car.
Me 46 WAW 45 M 21 yrs
WAW: "I need to be alone" 12/06 W moves out 3/07 Mediation finalized 08/08
