Finaly caught up

…………..I walked in the door and the flowers I saw the day before were still there on the table. I put my duffle bag in the bedroom and put the dog’s bed where it belonged in the living room. Summer was in the laundry room (if memory serves correct this was a few months ago. Some details are a little hazy, others are clear as a bell). I then went to the computer to look at the checking account. I just looked blankly at the screen not really seeing it. I was flooding with emotions being home. Anger, confusion, sickness, sadness, confusion, love, hate, I think if there was an emotion to feel I was feeling it.

                She came out and the dog was super excited to see her. She said her hellos to our dog and came to the computer desk. She asked me if I was going to even say hello to her. I responded that I was doing as directed and staying out of her way. She then hugged me and started crying. She said that she missed me. I hugged her back and holding her again felt so good. As hurt and betrayed I felt I still loved her.

                I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up in the bedroom and just sat on the bed talking. Apparently, the flowers came from our neighbor. She had texted him a few days ago and asked if she could pick some of his roses from the yard. The next day he bought her the flowers the next day. (I know this because later I looked at her phone.)  She said that he got them for her because she was smiling more than he had ever seen her smile since we moved in 3 years ago and wanted to keep her smiling.

                She was shocked to see me with no hair on my head and all my facial hair gone too. She asked why I did it. I told her why I did it and when. We talked about Mother Hen and the incident with our older niece and my dad. We talked about what was going on. Taking turns crying, being mad, hurting, etc. I kept asking for details about her relationship with Douchebag and she kept lying to me. (I just didn’t realize how much was lie and how much was truth for quite some time.)

At some point we ended up naked and we fucked each other for the first time in a few weeks. When we finished again, we sat there and talked. Finally, we realized we had been in bed from about 1:30 to 8:00. We threw on some clothes, got in the van and drove to Sonic for a late dinner. We came home about 9:00 or so and went back to bed. We stayed up talking some more, we fucked again and went to sleep around 1:30 or 2:00. We got up the next morning (Halloween) talked a bit and she made me breakfast. After breakfast we went to Walmart and Costco to do our shopping. Came home and talked some more.

                The next day Summer went to work, and I was left alone in the house. I tried to get into her iPad, but she changed the passcode. I cleaned the bedroom and did laundry. Pretty much I just tried to do the best I could to keep my mind from thinking about Summer sending naked pictures of herself to another man.

                That is about the time that my ED started up. That was in the first days of Nov. We are now in the last days of Feb. and it is still here. Not as bad now as it was back then though. I just have a difficult time staying hard. I want to have sex with Summer. I can be hard if she is sucking me or playing with me, but as soon as I go for penetration it would just go dead. My brain would just instantly shut things down and they wouldn’t work. During the first month and a half or so I was back Summer’s appetite for me was really increased and I just couldn’t perform. If I could manage to stay hard enough for penetration I couldn’t finish. I was only able to finish once out of every 4-5 times of trying. When I was able to finish it wasn’t like it was before. There was barely anything there.

                I just kept reading the words she wrote douchebag in her messages over and over again in my head “he doesn’t last long enough. He doesn’t satisfy me in bed”. It hurt. It fucked up my self-confidence big time. Still does, but not as much now. At least now I can at least remain semi hard enough to stay penetrated. I still have issues finishing though. Which I guess is making Summer happier because I am lasting longer now.

                In our discussions the following week I told her that I was not going to force her to stop communicating with douchebag because that was a decision that she needed to make on her own. She informed me that she had no intentions of stopping her communications with him. She “loved” him, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay married anymore. She had been unhappy in our marriage for the last 3 years even before we bought our house. She didn’t know if she loved me anymore. She wanted to “take it one day at a time”. I thought that was a crock of shit. Here she was the one who cheated on me and now she thinks that she’s the one that gets to call the fucking shots? She’s lucky I didn’t kick her ass out on the streets (this is my thinking at the time this was happening not my feelings now).

                She didn’t know if she still wanted to be married to me, if she loved me or not, but she still wanted me to take her out duck hunting every weekend. She still wanted to go shopping with me every payday. She was still communicating with him but not as much.

                Then the following Sun. I was home alone as she was at work. When I got out of bed after another sleepless night I was sitting at the computer and her iPad dings. It made the sound for Facebook Messenger going off. Then it happened again. And again. I couldn’t see what was going on, but new that she was communicating with douchebag. I walked to the counter to look at it, but the password was changed. It went on for a few minutes. I finally texted her and told her that I couldn’t stand listening to the dings. Her response you ask? “Turn it off and you won’t need to hear it”. The fucking nerve! I just connected my phone to the sound bar and blasted my music. Started working on cleaning the house for a bit and went back to my sister’s house to clean her windows for her as a thank you for letting me stay there.

                That night when we were both at home, she wouldn’t answer my questions about what they were talking about. I looked at her phone and saw that she had erased all of the messages going back to Dec. 2019. This pissed me off. She had promised me that she would not erase any more messages and that she would let me look at the messages between them. What does she do? She fucking erased them! I was pissed and it started another argument that lasted quite a while. She kept giving me different excuses for why she erased the messages. I didn’t care what any of them were. They wouldn’t be good enough. They were all lies as far as I was concerned.

 

                So now I’m going to switch gears. This is tearing me apart reliving all of these memories. I’m going to try to just give a cliff notes version of the happenings from that point to now. I’m sure that some of the stuff that I am going to list here have been said already at some point. I’m not going to take the time to re-read what I wrote though so I’m sorry of it’s a repeat.

·         One Sunday I started reading her prayer journal. I was looking at the recent entries from Oct. 2020 to Nov. 2020. Almost every day she wrote to god praying for douchebag and his daughters. Thanking god for bringing douchebag into her life. I started reading more. In Sept. she was praying for god to let her out of the marriage. That was the first mention of me in her prayers since Nov. 2019. That’s the point when she reconnected with him and the messages started. In the beginning of Nov. 2019, she was praying for both of us to continue doing good and to not lose our house when she was having issues at work. Then in April 2020 she started praying for douchebag every single entry.

·         After I discovered the messages on her phone, she completely stopped writing in her prayer journal. There were no entries after Oct. 24, 2020. She has started writing in it again though in last few weeks. I just haven’t looked anymore.

·         For pretty much the month of Nov. my new morning routine before work would be to look at her phone while she was in the bathroom getting ready for work reading all messages she would send to her friends and him. Then when I would get home from work, I would look at her iPad (I watched her enter her passcode and memorized it).

·         Summer told me that I was codependent and that was a reason that she wanted out. I was putting too much pressure on her. She wanted me to read Codependent no More. I started to read it.

·         I talked to a coworker that went through this in 2015 with his wife. They divorced because she wanted to be with his at the time best friend. I asked how I was supposed to get over this. We talked for a few hours and he suggested that I read “The Love Dare”. I went home and bought it from Amazon.

·         Summer saw me ordering the book and took an attitude saying “You expect me to read another book?! No way! I’m done reading books about this.”

·         On one of my iPad readings, I saw that she messaged a friend about the book I had ordered. Apparently, she had told another friend about it. Her response to friend I was reading was to “let him humor himself”.

·         Another one of her whore friends told her good for you for cheating on your husband if he wasn’t meeting your sexual needs.

·         To this day I have never opened the book. I also said fuck it and stopped reading the codependent book. Summer on the other hand has read a bit of it, is re-reading The 5 Love Languages, and bought another book that I can’t remember the name of at this moment.

·         My weight dropped rapidly. In Oct. I weighed close to 300 pounds. I am now going between 258 and 262 since about a week prior to Christmas. That’s almost 50 pounds from Oct. 24 to roughly Dec. 18.

·         One of the reasons she gave for cheating was that he was more endowed than I am. She wanted someone that was bigger. So along with me taking Sildenofil (generic Viagra) she had me get a penis pump to see if it would do anything. We used it once and it now sits unused in the drawer.

·         One evening in Nov. she was washing dishes and I was sitting on the counter waiting for dished to dry. We were having a good conversation and out of the blue she says “I love you. Can I love you forever?” I instantly started crying and told her not to say that. It hurt too much. The evening went down from there.

·         In early Nov. I went to my aunt and uncles in Oregon with my parents and my sister. Driving up there was just like being a kid. It was just the 4 of us and 4 dogs packed tight in a minivan with clothes for a few days, dog box, Costco items since they don’t live close to a Costco, and hunting supplies. My dad, uncle and I went pheasant hunting at Tule Lake for opening day of the season. That night we were talking, and I started talking about what was going on with Summer and I. My mom told me to change the subject and talk about something else. It hurt and instead of vocalizing it I shut down and just went downstairs and isolated myself.

·         Before the trip Summer said that she would send me pictures and have conversation with me like she would with douchebag (sexting). It never happened. I did find out by looking at her iPad that she did message him and told him I was out of town though.

·         On the last night there after stewing over what my mom said for 2 days, I started to drink heavily. I had about 7-8 Not Your Father’s Root Beer, and just about emptied a pint of Fireball. I got really drunk. Started texting Summer about being upset about not following through with what she said she’d do and told her what my mom said. She said that I have her to talk to and that she cared. I was drunk and made some petty sar4castic comments. Then I got on Facebook and posted that I was told to change the subject. It felt like no one cares. I just didn’t say who said it. A few minutes later my friend from High School messaged me and we messaged each other till 1 in the morning when my stomach decided that it had enough. The next day a different aunt sent me a message telling me that I need to tell the person who said that to me exactly how I felt. I told her that I can’t because I had to share a vehicle home with her and that I might need to stay at her place again in the future. She figured out it was mom and said it would be better to not say it then.

·         During a bad day in Dec. on a Sunday while Summer was at work, I did a search for douchebag on the internet. I found out how old he was (53), where he lives and a phone number too. This was all on people finder or something like that. I found out that he lives just a few minutes from us in the same town.  We drive within a few blocks of his house every time we go shopping or out to dinner. This pissed me off. It broke the rules we had together back when we were both blogging heavily back in 2005-2006. We met people here that we ended up sexting in private messages. The rules were we both need to know who the other is doing things with, we had to share what we were doing and the most important rules were it can’t become personal and the person can’t be within easy distance to get to for it to get physical. This fucker was 10 minutes from us.

·         That night I confronted her about this. I asked how old he was she said same age as us. I said no he’s 53. She asked how I found out. She thought that I asked a coworker that may have known him. I just told her I had my ways. I also found out he lives on “X” road. She immediately said no he doesn’t.

Really? How would you know? 

She was silent for a while.

I said there’s only one way to know that isn’t there.

She said yes.

So you lied to me and you have been to his house.

Yes but only once. We just talked that was it. It was back in Nov. last year.

BULLSHIT! How can you remember the street name like that only being there once? You can’t remember what I say 5 minutes after I say it.

I then showed her on my phone how I found out and showed her a picture of his house. She didn’t say anything for a while. I then pressed the issue. She said that yes she went to his house to have sex with him, but he messaged her as she pulled up and told her to leave because baby momma was dropping kids off and would be there anytime. I didn’t believe her but dropped it.

·         One night in late Nov. early Dec. we were having a late-night conversation and we were talking about Mr. D and douchebag and her ex-boyfriend from when we met. She started to smile then stopped and smiled again. I asked what was so funny. She said she didn’t want to tell me because I would think there was another time she cheated on me.

o   Apparently “a long time ago so it don’t matter”, before she was sending douchebag pictures, when she had just started her massage business, he was a client. After she gave him a massage, she gave him a handjob. During the handjob he tried to reach his hand up her shirt. She swears that at that point she packed her stuff and left. To be honest with my readers I don’t believe her.

o   This was during the period of our lives that we were both blogging on here regularly, we were working through our issues with Mr. D and we were supposed to be in a good place. However, to this day I am not allowed to hug her, kiss her or touch her while I am on the massage table. She won’t even have sex with me after a massage because it cheapens the massage. But she’ll do that with him?! I mean what the FUCK! Back in the day she ripped a fellow blogger Desperate Husband because he got a happy ending after a massage.

·         The major turning point for both of us was Dec. 20. On that night I was drinking beers as usual. Summer had called in sick that day because our hot water heater broke and she couldn’t take a shower. We had a good day. We stayed in bed that morning and had some good adult type fun. That night as I was cooking dinner, Summer went to my parents’ house to drop off a shirt that she needed my mom to sew. While she was gone, I looked at her iPad. She had sent douchebag a message on Fri. saying that she hoped he was having a better week that her. I had thought we were having a good week together. She had actually messaged him a few times in the last 3 weeks, but he hadn’t responded to her at all. He had completely stopped communicating with her. It was about the time we found out oldest niece was pregnant. I then saw that she messaged another friend and said that I wasn’t being an adult when I posted on Facebook that she was cheating on me and that now her best friend from childhood wasn’t speaking to her.

o   I lost it at that point. I went to the safe and got my jar of weed and pipe. Went outside and started smoking. I had also just taken my antidepressant and started drinking vodka along with the beer. I was on the porch punching the shed. Crying. I took a few drinks straight from the vodka bottle and took a few more hits and it really started to hit me. I sent a group message to my mom and sister saying someone needed to come to my house and pick me up asap. I didn’t get a response in what I deemed to be a soon enough time, so I walked across the street to our neighbors and knocked on his door. I said that he needed to come to my house before Summer got home and something else that I won’t repeat. What I meant to say was that he needed to keep me from going to douchebags house. That’s not what happened. I then turned around and walked back to my house. When I got to my steps, I threw my beer at the deck sat on the steps and started crying. I then sent another text message this to my mom, sister, and Summer saying if I’m not at home I’m going to be at a certain address (douchebags). I also sent Summer a picture message of both FB Messenger messages I found. A minute or two later Summer arrived at home. Neighbor walked over and started to “ignore” us by working on our water heater.

o   Summer asked me what was wrong? Why was I crying on the porch? I told her to look at her messages. She looked and saw what I sent. At that time my parents arrived, and Summer ran into the house and into our bedroom. My dad stayed out on the side of the house with my neighbor “working on the water heater” and my mom came up to talk to me. I’m just talking to neighbor telling him I’m not going to do anything. I’m not stupid. That’s not what I meant to say. He just kept repeating I’m here to look at water heater.

o   Mom and I talked, and I tell her about what she said in Oregon. She said what do you expect you always get mad at me when we try to talk about it. Which I found odd since I never talked to her about it since the day I stayed there after being at my sisters. She told me that if it comes to it she would give me the money to buy Summer out of the house so I don’t have to sell it.

o   Neighbor leaves and dad comes up on deck and asks if I’m going to their place. I said yes but I needed to talk to Summer first. I go into the bedroom and talk to her a little loud so my parents could hear. I wasn’t yelling I just wanted them to know that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid. I kept asking her what were the rules? What did we discuss? She would say she’s not answering when my parents can hear. I said I don’t care. The rules were that you could fuck whoever you wanted as long as you let me know. I could do the same. You can continue to sext him just let me know and don’t hide it. Sex with other people on either her part or mine needed to be physical only nothing emotional.

o   My parents called and said we need to go. I grabbed my pillow and the dog’s bed, and my water jug. We stayed in the kitchen for a minute to talk. I didn’t realize that my jar of weed was on the counter and my pipe was still in my hand. My dad said what’s that? I said my little bit of weed (I bought the jar in Weed Ca. on our way home from Oregon). At that point the cat was out of the bag so I grabbed it to as we walked out the door.

o   On the way to their house I was babbling about don’t worry about me losing my job. My boss knows he’s the one that told me to smoke to try and get some sleep. I also dropped my commercial license when I got the last promotion. Mom didn’t have much to say. Dad asked if it was good stuff. I told him I only buy the best. Luckily, I wasn’t so gone that I outed my sister and sister-in-law.

o   At their house I ate a few bites of food, went to the backyard and smoked a little more. Went to the bedroom and locked myself in there. I got out of bed to let my dads’ dog in and my jar of weed fell out of my pocket and landed on the tile floor. It broke on the inside and around the seal.

o   The next morning Summer started texting me around 6:30. She called in sick to work the night before. Apparently, I texted my boss the night before and took the day off too. We texted until about 8:30 and then it went dark on her end. About 30 minutes later she rang the doorbell. My mom let her in and she came to the room I was in. She closed the door and got in bed with me. We talked and she was crying and showed me that she had blocked douchebag from contacting her. She wanted nothing to do with him anymore. We talked more and cried together. She talked to me and responded to what I said without going silent for long periods. She then pulled my wedding ring out of her pocket and asked me to put it back on. She put her ring on as well. We both hadn’t worn them since I left for my sisters. Around 11:00 we left for home and spent the day in bed just holding each other not talking much.

·         That was a big turning point for us. Since then we have gotten along better. We still have little spats when I start “flooding” with emotions and memories come into my head. I have not had a drink or smoked since then. And I have almost 3 cases of beer and vodka and fireball in the shed. Not because I think I have a drinking problem, but because I don’t think I should be drinking until we get this worked out. I tend to flood when I drink especially when I drink alone.

·         The day after Christmas was a hard day for me. After we went hunting with my dad we came home and showered together. Then we went into bed for more adult fun. Afterwards we started talking again. That’s the day that I found out that she did go to his house more than once. She went there to have sex with him, but he couldn’t get hard enough. She sucked him, made out with him, he played with her tits and pussy, then she straddled him and grinded on him but according to her he never got hard enough to penetrate her.

o   I didn’t fully believe that and still don’t. I still think that he has been to our house no matter how much she swears he hasn’t.

·         I wrote about what happened the next day with my vigorous cleaning of the house.

·         I was on a planned vacation for the week between Christmas and New Year. On a day I was at home and Summer was at work I stumbled across a Youtube channel. I had searched for “how to recover from an affair”. A lot of videos came up. Most were too religious for me though. Then I found Affair Recovery. I watched several of the videos before Summer got home while I was folding laundry. When she came home, I showed her some of the videos.

·         From that point we started watching 1 or 2 videos a night. Then when we both had COVID we researched their website to see what programs they offer. They have a free 7-day bootcamp, an online course that meets once a week for 13 weeks and keeps you in touch with the small group of couple in your weekly meeting for a year afterwards, and they have an intensive weekend retreat. We decided that we would do the free bootcamp but needed to wait until duck season was over so we could devote our time to it.

o   We started the program on Feb. 12. Unfortunately, between both of us having commutes of 1 hour for me and 2 hours for her, we don’t have a lot of time to work on it after work and dinner. We are still working on day 3.

·         Not an awful lot happened in Jan. that I haven’t already talked about. We both caught that fucking Rona virus and were home for 2 weeks. After we got better, we started hunting again and even took the trailer out a few times to hunt multiple days in a row. The hunting was bad. It was way too warm for Jan. it was in the 60’s in afternoon and no clouds.

·         A notable incident from Late Dec. or early Jan. (can’t remember which) I wet to my sisters to pick up our trailer from their house. We had lent it to them so nieces BF can have it to isolate in due to exposure. His family told him he needed to sleep in the garage during quarantine period even though the lease is in his name. They also told him that he needed to run their errands for him in the daytime even though he was supposed to isolate and not be in public.

Anyways, while there to get the trailer we talked about the incident at my parents’ house before Christmas with them picking me up to take me there. I told them (Sister, S-i-L and oldest niece) about my parents seeing the weed and pipe. Then my dad asking on the way his house if it was good stuff. My sister was shocked. Niece thought it was hilarious. Apparently, my sister said she new that my parents found out because mom texted her on the drive and said she don’t care if I started smoking again. Whatever it takes for me to get through this. I was shocked.

We also talked about how funny it would have been if when my jar broke if a bud got lost under my moms’ bed and it was found later.

o   My sister and I have wondered since then if my dad smokes or not since he asked if it was the good stuff. Neither of us have gotten up the nerve to ask though. How adult of us right? I’m 47, she turns 45 in 2 weeks.

 

For now that is all I can think of for the cliff notes version of events. I’m sure that I am missing things. It is now March 1^st. I started this post on Feb. 19th. It was hard to write. But it is nowhere as hard as the next post is going to be. We had a major setback on Fri. night and I’m now in a place where I don’t think I can recover from it.

I’m scared. VERY scared. This time it’s me scaring myself. He thoughts are back and worse than ever. The body pains are worse. I’ve been in my office since 6:30 this morning and it is now 1:20. I’ve been shaking most of the day and doing my best to not cry at work. My door has been closed all day so I don’t get walked in on. That happened the day I started writing this. I don’t want it to happen again. I’m struggling. I lost 7 pounds in one night. Fri. morning, I weighed 261 with no clothes on. Sun. morning, I weighed 254 with clothes on.

I gotta end this.

Having a hard time

                So, I’m not sure how I am going to proceed this time around. I know that how I did it when I started to first write on this page many years ago, was to start in the beginning as each post was about how things progressed. Then I got to current events. I’m just not sure if I will be able to do that this time. I’m thinking that what I might need to do is go back and forth. Otherwise I’m never going to be able to proceed. I’ve been trying for 5 days to get my next post created and I am just having a hard time writing it. Every time I try to write it, I turn into a blubbering fucking mess. I can’t type more than a line or two and I just can’t proceed anymore. I am trying to go into detail about what happened the night I found out that Summer was cheating on me for a year.

                So, as it stands now, I found out on Oct. 24. It is now Dec. 7. Summer has not contact Douchebag since Nov. 23. Douchebag has not even read any of the last 3 messages that Summer sent him.  At least they haven’t communicated via FB Messenger. I have no clue if they have called each other on the phone or have used text messages to communicate now instead of using Messenger. She has already admitted that she used to delete his phone calls and messages so there really is no way of knowing at this point. I n one of her messages to him in right after I found out she told him to start using a different app (Kik) for messaging each other. Although she swears that they have not used the app to communicate, it now shows on her iPad as a frequently used app.

                I just don’t know what to believe anymore. When I first found out about it, she told me that she didn’t love me anymore and she was just waiting for the time to leave. Then when I was out of the house for a few days staying at my sisters, she told me she loved me on the phone. I asked her why she said that, and she said it was out of habit, not because she meant it. She said that she wanted to leave and wasn’t going to change her mind. She didn’t think there was anything left to work on.

                Now fast forward a little bit to within the last week or so and she has done a 180. She now says that she loves me and that she means it. She says that she wants to work on our marriage, and she believes there is something to save. Oddly enough though is that she started saying these things AFTER Douchebag stopped reading and replying to her messages.

                She says that she wants to work on it, and she wants me to trust her again. But when I ask her questions about why she did it, what is she getting out of the relationship with him, I get silence or “I don’t know”. I ask her why she wants to work on it and her reply is because I love her, and I want to work on this. She doesn’t say because she loves me, or because she believes there is something worth saving. Although I guess she has heard me react to that enough that she says she wants to work on it because she believes that there is something to work on now instead of saying because it is what I want.

                I don’t know if she is saying that she wants to work on it and that she loves me because she really means it, or if she is saying it out of habit. Or if she is saying it because she doesn’t have enough money saved for her to get her own apartment (something that she has told one of her friends). Or is she just staying with me because she feels sorry for me? Or because I found out so close to Thanksgiving and Christmas. She really wants to leave and really is done with being with me, but she wants to wait until Christmas is over.

                I am just so fucking confused right now! I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t want her to stay with me because she feels sorry for me. I don’t want her to stick around just because of a dam holiday. I don’t want her to stick around out of some form of guilt or sense of duty. I want her to want to be with me. I want her to want to be faithful to me. I don’t her sympathy or her pity.

                As said in one of my very early posts I don’t believe in separations or “trial separations”. It’s simple. You either want to be with me or you don’t. You either love me or you don’t. If Summer wants to go be on her own for a few months so she can figure out what she wants, then she just needs to leave and be done. I’m not going to be waiting around to be some fucking consolation prize. I’m not going to sit at home every night missing her hoping that she will come back, wondering what she’s doing or who she’s doing it with. Or quite frankly wonder WHO she is doing. I’m not going to be left at home needing to be faithful to her because we are still married, but on a trial separation while she goes out and fucks whoever she wants whenever she wants. After she goes screwing whoever she wants then to decide to come back to me? I’m supposed to just accept that and just be happy that she decided she wants to be with me instead of someone else? What kind of bullshit is that?! Of course, this is IF she even decides that she wants to come back to me. Actually, it’s all a moot point since I will draw the line there. As I have said a separation trial or not, will NOT be happening. Period.

               

                Even writing this post is harder than I thought it would be. Not because I’m a fucking emotional wreck, but because my mind has so much shit that needs to come out and it is going way to fast for me to even try to type it out. It’s like that when Summer and I have a talk in the evenings. On an occasion that I ask a question and she answers it, all it does is generate more questions. I’m not talking one answer creates one question. I mean she gives one answer and it generates up to 6 or more new questions and I can’t keep track of them all.

Now that I am writing this post it’s the same thing. My mind is racing with what I want to say, but my fingers just can’t type fast enough. By the time my fingers catch up I’ve lost what I was going to type. There are so many conversations that we have had and answers that she has given me that I want to put here. I want to get them here as soon as I can, so they don’t get lost or forgotten about. Art the same time I need to try and get them on here in a way that is understandable and not just a jumble and going back and forth.

With that said, I do need to just jump out of order completely and write this down. Not for you that may or may not be reading but for me so that I never forget. She has said multiple times in the last week and a half that she is sorry for what she did and sorry for hurting me. Every time she says this, I give the same response. You aren’t that sorry about it. You’re just sorry that I found out. You weren’t sorry about it when you were doing it. You weren’t sorry that you were doing this for over a year. She says she was sorry when she was doing it. I say no you weren’t. If you were sorry, you never would have done it to begin with.

 I need to keep reminding myself of this. If I don’t remind myself of this then I will just accept that she’s sorry, I’ll forgive her like I did with Mr. D and we will be right back in this situation again in a few years. Or maybe next time it won’t be years. Maybe next time it will be months. Or maybe her and Douchebag are just waiting for me to stop obsessing over this and drop all the conversations, so they go back to doing what they have been doing for the past year.

That brings up another point. I know for a fact that they were doing this FB messenger sexting thing last Dec. because I saw the messages going back that far before Summer erased them all. This of course was AFTER she promised me that she wouldn’t erase them. However, she did admit that she did erase the messages at least one time before Dec. 2019.  For all I know she has been sexting this fucking Douchebag for a few years. She says no but how can I possibly believer her? How can I believe anything that she says anymore? She can tell me the sky is blue and I would have to go look because she lies to me about fucking everything.

Originally, she started talking to him in March after the lockdowns, but when I scrolled to see when they started, I saw Dec. 2019 (again she erased all messages prior to Dec. 2019 so no clue when they actually started). She then swore from the day I found out Oct. 24 to last Fri. Dec. 4, that she has never been to his house, and that he has never been to our house. But I looked up his name in Google and found his address. So, I then said that he lived on x St. when she got home and that he was actually 53 not 47 like she told me. Instantly she said he don’t live on x St. what did you do talk to one of your coworkers? So I started to type on my phone and she kept trying to loom at it. But god forbid I look at her phone or iPad. She has a fucking fit. I have news for you Summer: YOUR THE ONE WHO CHEATS NOT ME! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CAN’T BE TRUSTED AND LIES NOT ME! I gave you free range of my emails, texts, phone calls everything for years.  IT FUCKING ENDS NOW!!  So I type in his name again and get the street name correct. It then hits me: if she has never been to his fucking house, how does she know the x St. was not where he lived? So I confronted her with this. She said that he went to his house once back in Mar. She also swore that absolutely nothing happened when she was there.

BULLSHIT ON BOTH COUNTS!!! I do not believe she was only there once back in Mar. if so how would she remember the name of the street Douchebag lives on? I already know that they have been sexting for 4 months by this time that she went to his house. So how fucking stupid does she think I am to believe the were sexting each other for 4 months but when they see each other that they did nothing? And before you or Summer answers how stupid she believes I am I already know the answer. She and Douchebag feel I am extremely stupid. I mean I let her cheat on me for a fucking year! I let her cheat on me multiple times in 26 years of marriage so yes, I am the dumbest fucking person alive right now.

Summer I know that you have been to his house more than once. I am positive that he has been to our house. I am positive that you have done more than just sexting, sending pictures and live videoing yourself pleasure yourself. You are just too fucking afraid to tell me the truth because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. Your afraid that I will lose my temper with you and get beyond pissed off. News flash Love: I have every fucking right to lose my shit with you right now after what you have done and for how long you have done it. But have I lost my shit with you at all since Oct. 24? No, I have not. You need to let me be able to determine what I can handle and what I can’t handle. You need to come to terms with the fact that you fucked up and deal with the consequences. Stop using my anger as an excuse. I haven’t lost my temper with you in 15 years. Stop giving me “I don’t know” as an answer. You know why you cheated on me. You know what you were getting out this relationship with Douchebag. Stop giving me the silent treatment instead of answers.

My feeling is that if Summer truly loved me like she has been saying for the last weeks and she believes that there is something to save that she would give me real answers and the lies would stop. I do want to be with her still. I want to be married to her and love her. But for that to happen I need answers. I need the lies to stop. I don’t need Summer to be talking with me in the kitchen and then out of nowhere say “Can I love you forever?” I was feeling really good until she said that to me. We were having a good conversation, I was smiling. We weren’t even talking about the cheating. But as soon as she said that I started crying like a fucking baby. I couldn’t hold it together. She said that she was sorry and that she didn’t mean to hurt me. It just made me fell worse for being fucking weak. I just can’t cope right now. I just feel weak every time I start to cry or feel like I can’t do this. I keep beating myself up for something that Summer made a conscious decision to do. Cheating on me and lying to me for over a year is NOT an accident. That is something that you choose to do openly and willingly. Summer made that choice and she was caught. Now she needs to face the music and stop giving I don’t know answers and stop being silent when a question is asked. If she is not willing to do that then she needs to just rip the band aid off, pack her shit and leave.

It may sound harsh but how fucking harsh was it for her to cheat on me? For her to give this fucking douchebag asshole all the things that I have asked for? For her to offer him those things without him even asking for them? For her to respond to me that I’m gross and disgusting when I ask her to send me a picture, or try to sext her, or try to get her to touch herself?

After all that SHE has done for over a year, she has the nerve to ask me what I am doing to work on our relationship. What do you mean by that? What did I do wrong that needs to be worked on? What am I doing to work on this? I am allowing you to still live under the same roof as me. I didn’t kick you out of the house after you lied, cheated, humiliated me, emasculated me etc. I am trying to forgive you. I am trying to believe you even when you continue to lie to me. I am not looking at your phone or iPad behind your back. If that isn’t good enough just say something. You know where the suitcases are. Just leave both credit cards on the counter along with the ATM card for my checking account. Either that or tell me what I did wrong to deserve this bullshit. Tell what you think I need to work on. From where I am sitting, I don’t have a thing to work on except to decide if I am going to allow this to happen anymore. I need to decide what I am willing to put up with in this marriage.

At some point the cheating that she does becomes my fault because I allow it to happen. I can’t keep crying to people that she is cheating on me if I believe her every time she tells me that she won’t do it again. I need to tell myself that as much as I love her, as bad it will be to be single again, it is better to be alone than to be with someone the disrespects you and humiliates you and lies to you.

What am I doing to work on our marriage? I am telling myself that I still want Summer in my life. I still want to be married to her. I still love her.  That is what I am doing to work things out. I am willing to believe her even when she lies to me. I am willing to trust her. I torture myself everyday on my way home from work because I am afraid to come home (more on that in a different post). I lose sleep every night. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since Oct. 24. I fight the urge to look at her phone or iPad to see if she is telling me the truth when she says they haven’t talked. I believe her when she says they haven’t switched to Kik instead of FB Messenger. I haven’t gone to his house even though I know where he lives. Especially since it is actually a lot closer than she initially made me believe. She told me he lived in the same town we lived in back in 2005. In fact, he actually lives in the same city we currently live in. We drive past his fucking house every time we go to Walmart on payday. That is what I am doing Summer. What are you doing? You ask me for details about my therapy sessions but refuse to talk to me about yours. Again, the double standard. She expects to be able to look at my phone, but I can’t look at hers. She wants details about my therapy but won’t talk about hers.

 

At this point I have gotten way off track and have gone places I wasn’t sure I should go. I kept going between talking to my readers and directly to Summer. So, with that being said, I will end this. I am going to do my very best to try and come up with something positive for my next post. It may not be as long winded as this one since the positive is very hard to find right now, but I will at least try.

As Summer said over the weekend I'm taking kind of a break. I just haven't been feeling it lately. with everything that has been going on lately I guess I've just lost the oomph so to speak. That and the fact that the home computer has taken a dump on us. So we are now sharing one computer until we can afford to by a new one. Since Summer is going to school and she needs the computer the most I haven't been online as much. things at work have made me afraid to use the computers at work as well.

The depression has hit me really hard the last week or two as well. I've had at least 4 panic attacks just this month. This is with taking the medication like I'm supposed to. I was so bad last week that when I was driving home from my moms house one night I was actually afraid to be behind the wheel. During an appointment with my therapist last week I told him that I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown. I just don't know how much more I can take.

Danger Will Roberson! Danger!

Or however it is that the saying from that Lost in Space show goes. To be more accurate it should read: Danger blog readers! Danger!

This isn't going to be a very upbeat post I can guarantee that right off the bat. I'm just in a very shitty mood right now. Very, very shitty mood. I cannot express how shitty I am feeling right now.

To start off with We finally have a date that our youngest son will be going to the 2 week evaluation that we were promised back in May. We received a call on Fri. afternoon from his Kaiser therapist saying that the Edgewood Center in San Francisco will have a bed ready for him on Oct. 1. So it went from a few months of nothing to he'll be leaving in a week. So I called the center yesterday and got a list of things that they need to have done this week before he can go there. Which left SR running all over the place tonight trying to rush through physicals and TB tests. We also now have to go buy him new clothes this weekend because he don't have clothes that are appropriate to wear in S.F. We were going to get his winter clothes for his birthday next month. Now we need them this weekend.

We are in such a rush anymore. For everything. The stress is getting unbearable. We have been letting everything slide lately. The house looks like shit right now. We're behind on laundry, my parents come home from their trip on Mon. afternoon so they won't even be able to see youngest until he comes home. We need to do a ton of housework next week so that we can have oldest son's birthday thingy on Sat. night. We wanted to have a combined birthday party for both boys but that won't be happening now. Youngest is going to miss his brothers birthday too.

To top off all the other crap that we have to do next week my sister called me this afternoon when I got to work and told me that our aunt died this morning. So I will be going to the viewing on Tue. evening and the funeral services on Wed. afternoon. This will be an easier funeral to go too this time though. Summer is going to be able to attend this one with me seeing as youngest will be in S.F. at the time. We just need to decide whether oldest will be going with us or staying home with his Great Grandma. We really don't want to take him out of school. But he also should be around the family as well. It may be the only time he sees some of the relatives at this point.

I know that I wrote a warning in the beginning of this post, but I just can't seem to let myself write what I was warning about. I don't want to revert to what I used to be. Then again if I don't write it out I'll end up keeping it all inside and that will just make it worse. It basically boils down to this: I'm tired of the double standards. I'm tired of be asked to things that are not done for me in return. I have a job too. I am also in a managerial position so I need to set an example. The thing is that when I ask and am turned down I am to just accept it and go on about my day. When I am asked to do the same thing but say that I can't leave work I get an attitude and am treated like I don't care. I do care. The thing is if I run to take care of things every time I'm asked to it is just going to solidify to the kids that they don't have to listen to certain people. They only have to listen to me and that's it. Boundaries need to be set and they need to be enforced. STRONGLY enforced. The parent needs to stick by what they say. I they say NO then it must mean NO. When it comes out any different the child quickly learns that NO actually means no until you get tired of saying no then it will be a yes. Does that make sense? Or am I just talking out of my ass here. Maybe I just don't know a dammed thing.

It's a dammed good thing that I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I haven't seen him since May. With all the other crap that we have had going on I haven't had time to get in to see him. Maybe I'll feel a hell of a lot better tomorrow. that is if I actually open up to him and don't just keep things on the surface. I need to get down inside.

All I can really say right now is that I can't wait for Oct. 20 to get here.

A sinking feeling

The last 24 hours have been VERY eventful to say the least. I took youngest to see his therapist again yesterday morning. He looked through all of our IEP paperwork (SR keeps every IEP form we get in a binder with page protectors) and he noticed something neither one of us ever did. Back in Sept. when we had an IEP for him the first week of school we had talked about sending him to a non public school. The Spe. Ed diecrtor for the district even called the school during the meeting. Yet there was no documentation saying that we even discussed the school. So now legally the conversation never took place. Great. There is more tom say about that but my mind is racing right now.

Last night while I was at work Youngest asked if he could go play with the neighbor girl (his best friend). So Summer said sure. Next thing she knows the police dept. calls up and says that they have him in there custody and he tried to break into the hardware store ion town! They are going to bring him home. She calls me and I get off work and come home. By the time I get here they have dropped him off and have left. SR's friend from church and a teacher at the school is here. We talk about everything that has happened with him lately and all the crap that we have gone through with the school.

Cut to today. I wake up early and call the Schools Superintendants office. Leave a message for them to call me back. Then I call the Spec e director and leave a message for her to call me back. Then call Kaiser and get transfered to the crisis center at Kaiser. They get all the info from me and say they are going to talk to the head of child psychiatry tyhere and get back to me within an hour. They PROMISE!

After all the phone calls I write an email to the spec ed person and CC it to the superintendant. asst. superintendant and the Protection and Advocasy Inc. (PAI) in Sacramento. which by the way Summer called them last night and they put us on the top of there list and are having an atorney call us on Mon. moprning. YAY!

Any ways that was 2 hours ago. Still no calls from the school dist. even though I gave them my cel and home number. I did receive an email from PAI saying that they received it and for us to call and they will set us up with someone. That was already done though.

So let's go back in time to Kaiser. They called me back in 20 minutes. Amazing! I wasn't expecting that. They said to have him in tyhe office at 1:30 this afternoon. They are also checking an a residential program for him and will have more info on that when we get there this afternoon. I never even mentioned that to the crisis person. They are finally seeing that as a necessity just like we are. I mean it's to the point where we can't even go to the bathroom when we are alone with him.

So Summer is getting off work early today and is going to meet us for the appointment. (My typing is zattrocious today!!)

Anyways now I'm just overwheled with so much right now. I mean we are finally going to get some real help. Hopefully. Kaiswer is seeing that we need to have him in a place where they can better evaluate him. That is making me so happy. But at the same time I'm scared. I'm sad. I feel empty inside. I want to scream. I just want to feel numb to the world. I just don't know what to do. Or how I should be feeling right now.

I know there is no set way to feel. I also know that this is a good thing for him and for the family as a whole. This is the right thing to do. But why does it have to be so hard? Why does it have to hurt so much? Why did it even have to get to this pooint in the first place? This is NOT WHAT WE WNATED AT ALL FOR OUR CHILDREN!!!!!!

I am just so full of conflicting emotions right now. But anger and pure rage is the most prevalent. I just don't know who I'm rtaging and angry with.

I have so much more I want to say but I just can not sort pout my feelings. It is also time ofor us to leave. Youngest and I are going to meet Summer for lunch before the appointment. this may be the last time for awhile. That saddens me the most.

I can't believe it's been a week since I last posted. Even more I can't believe how busy we have been around here the last week or so. So now I have to see what I need to put in as an update.

First off I had a meeting with my therapist on the 18th. We spent the entire appointment talking about youngest son and the issues that we have been having with him. He actually spent the last 10 minutes of the appointment trying to get him an emergency psychiatrist appointment. To no avail. He did ask that Summer and I stay for a few minutes after the appointment (Summer and youngest were there as well but in the waiting room) so that he could find someone to see us immediately. He was able to get someone or rather 2 people to come and see us. They put it in his file that he was seen on an emergency basis. and that this should help in the future as far as getting things done.

On Tue last week I took youngest son to see his therapist again. this time he saw the Dr. alone for about 20 minutes. After that was done the therapist made a new appointment for this week and said that he will continue to need to see us at least every other week if not every week. When we got home there was a message on the answering machine saying that we finally got an appointment with a psychiatrist and that it would be the next day.

So that night Summer took a bunch of pictures of the things that our son has done around the house so I could take them to the appointment with us in the morning. The appointment went pretty well. The Dr. was able to see his behavior change from being really good and cooperative to starting to be destructive and hitting me. We saw this Dr. for almost 2 hours. She said that he will need to be seen by her and the therapist quite often so that we can teach him the tools necessary for him to calm himself down. She also said that he does not have autism, ADHD, ODD, or any of the other things he has been diagnosed with at the other facility. She said that he never should have been put on Wellbutrin to begin with because it is an anti depressant and he doesn't have depression. She believes he is Bi-polar. The problem is that there are no FDA approved meds for children with Bi-polar mood disorders. But she prescribed him a new medicine to take. Depakote. It is a mood stabilizer. She said that he needs more than just medication and that she wants to continue to see him on a more regular basis than his other Dr. did. So that is a plus.

Other than that things have been so-so. The whales are finally out of the area. At least as of 3:00PM yesterday they were finally leaving thew area. So that is a relief. I was on vacation yesterday and today is a holiday so I have had an extended weekend. :D I've been able to catch up on sleep, eat real dinners with the family, and spend a little time with Summer in the evenings.

We attempted to set up the pool over the weekend. That was a flop. Big time. We started to add water to the pool Fri. evening. It was full by Sat. morning and I started to run the pump. By 7PM we heard a loud noise from the back yard and saw the pool collapsed over and emptying itself out. I fixed it and started to refill it. But the torrent of water from the pool draining washed a lot of sand away. So I could actually see the pool slipping and sinking down. Which would cause it to fall over again. So now we have been draining the pool since yesterday morning. Funny how it drains so much slower than it fills.

When it is empty we need to move it closer to the house and hope that fixes it. If not I need to haul a lot more sand. Which I am NOT looking forward to. I thought I was going to break my truck last week. I had it WAY overloaded. I used a front loader at work and dumped a bucket load of sand in the back of my truck. Can we saw 'Maxed out the suspension travel?' My shocks were bottomed out and the springs were bending the wrong way. The front of the truck was almost off the ground. It wasn't pretty.

Other than that I need to get away. Or rather Summer and I need to get away. Together. Alone. Without the kids. For at least one night. Maybe two. A place where we can just lock ourselves up in a room and not come out. A place where talking about the kids is strictly forbidden. Even punishable.

God that sounds so good right now.

I don't know why I do this but it seems that every time I go to see my therapist I have something specific in mind that I want to talk about. But when I get there I end up talking about something else. The meeting goes in a complete different direction than what I have in mind before I walk in there.

Today I wanted to talk about why is it that I get so bent out of shape and mad at certain things and that at others I just blow them over like they were nothing. Instead we talk about my new position and how it is affecting the family. And the things that I could do to help make the transition better for Summer and our youngest.

Although those are important things they just weren't what I had in mind.

Oh well. time for work. Till later.