Update on the past few months....
I took some time away from here to focus on my wife's little extramarital affair and the rollercoaster associated with it.
She agreed to sever any forms of communications with the piece o' s****. POSOM knew she was married and had no issues with it. To this day I'm pretty sure I'd like to knock a few of his teeth down his throat. But moving on....
We started MC, the first session together and after that, we met individually. I threw the towel in when his focus was making sure I was attentive to her bottomless well list of needs. The last question I asked him was "but what if my primary needs is for her to not be so damn needy all the friggen time?" His answer concluded that my time was better spent pounding nails through my fingers. Ehf this.
Two months go by and things dwindle back to horse droppings. I asked her "so in one of your emails that if I dropped the divorce that you'd spend every day making it up to me, I did, so where the making up part?" This is where the borderline rage rears its ever familiar head, she's the poor poor victim in all this and everything is my fault. Yeah I'll accept responsibility for something you and you alone are guilty of doing. Whenever I make a need known her typical response is "up yours."
Last night I left to go to the ER since I'm pretty sure I'm relapsing. Absolutely zero concern. None. It was like when Hannibal Lecter got ready to eat a victim for supper.
This morning I told her I'm done. I've had enough of the stress. I had already prepared myself for her to use my daughter as bait, which she did. I saw her jaw drop when I said even if you move away there's no reason why 50/50 isn't feasible until she gets to be school age, then I'll take her for the summer. You could hear a pin drop.
Reconciliation is not foreseeable, nor am I willing to disrespect myself for a pathological liar who premeditated meeting up with a skinny toothless d bag. I would like to sincerely thank No More Mr. Nice Guy, my father for provoking me into having some balls, Pantera, and the past posts that kept me from eating a bullet.