I had to take a few days.
So I'm starting to come to grips with the fact the marriage is ending. It's very sad, but more and more I'm convinced that I'm doing the right thing.
One of the things that's convincing me of that fact?
I came back from Pittsburgh to find that gf's husband is now fully aware of the affair, and he's not, understandably, too happy with my wife, and doesn't want her around. Can't blame him there. I haven't seen gf since I found out about the affair, and I'm not really ready to yet.
And then the "fun" begins. Both of our kids are in the same social circles, and they're attending the same birthday party on Saturday. I'd normally go along, but gf is going to be there, and now wife gets to freak out because gf's hubby is supposed to be there too. A last minute settlement is reached because gf's hubby has to do work instead, and wife says she'll drop my son off and go food shopping instead.
The Middle East has nothing on these negotations.
So it gets better (worse). Sunday night MY son is having a sleepover birthday party, and gf's son, being his best friend is invited.
The negotiations are on again as to HOW the kid is getting to the house. (I was not involved in the initial portion of this.)
Wife and gf wind up in a major texting argument about this; gf doesn't want to go behind anyone's back, wife just wants her to drop her son off, they're mad as hell, calling each other names via text (I hear about this from wife, by the way). In the meantime, I wind up cleaning the house for the party, almost all of it, because she's immobilized by the fighting and also holding the baby.
The negotiations are brought to an abrupt detente by, you guessed it! Me. "You know, she can BRING her son over," I say, "just have her text you when she's close and I'll go upstairs with the baby!".
Done. No more drama.
Of course, I get to hear all about the aftermath text conversation, where all is revealed....evidently gf was concerned I was going to be blindsided by her showing up, etc. etc.
Their text conversations get so involved that wife has to go upstairs to deal with them...leaving me alone with the five boys and the baby to handle the party for most of the first half, including getting them to make their own pizzas, setting up entertainment, etc.
I finally have to pull wife aside and say "I don't care if you text her all night at this point, but can you just wait until after the cake and ice cream and when I've set up the movie?"
Wait for it.
She then says "of course"...starts crying two seconds later and disappears for ten minutes to "get herself together". Seriously.
After that, at least, she pulls her weight. By then I'm ready to just be quiet and alone in a space without theatrics.
Drama, drama, drama. THIS, I will not miss.
Thanks for listening.