Steve doesn’t live here anymore. Thoughout this whole separation and all that came before it, I have been more than fair, more than generous, because I still cared about him as a person. I only had one request: that he not contact the woman he cheated with until I’d moved out.
Today, she called, and he answered, and left work to go be there for her. He chose her. Again. And so I told him he could just stay, and come get Molly when he had a place that allowed pets.
He picked up some things this evening, and left. And suddenly, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
So much of my focus has been on THIS. On us. On him. On getting the farmhouse closer to livable so I could leave and let him be free. And now, all of that is done, except for the farmhouse, which is no longer such a rush. So now what? Who knows.
So therefore, I am declaring today the 41st of December, 2020, because this day feels like it belongs to 2020. Kind of like how the 80s lasted until 1993.
He. Chose. This.
He intentionally and repeatedly ignored your very clear boundaries and your very clear statement of what the repercussions would be if he continued to break your boundaries.
He chose her. HE chose her. He CHOSE her. He chose HER.
He had a fantasy of this person and when it doesn’t live up to reality he is going to try and make everything your fault. He’s not going to acknowledge what he decided, repeatedly, to do. It won’t fit his narrative.
You are doing the right thing, the absolute best thing, and what I wish I was in a position to do myself.