He didn’t last very long.
(that’s what she said 😉 )
I kind of suspected it from the get-go, but he was an arrogant jerk.
Lemme backtrack a moment…
At noon on Tuesday he sent me a text (this is not what makes him an arrogant jerk):
Hey there. I’m at XXX Ave and XXX St on my lunch break. Maybe I could check out your place of work? Otherwise, we should totally have lunch or something.
He had mentioned that his new office wasn’t far away from the neighborhood where I work (I didn’t give him any name or address, just the general area).
It spooked me a little. Probably because of MM only a week before.
And he wasn’t that far away!
I was hoping that he hadn’t googled my phone number and found my work address. It would really suck if he had already hopped on a bus to come see me!
In the marriage-ending department things are going well.
I guess I expected a little more bitterness/strife/anxiety from Doom-n-Gloom. Even though he hasn’t changed any of his core behaviors that I cannot live with (eg: his complete inability to realize anyone else exists in this world besides himself, yada yada…), he is being more conversational and ‘friendly’ than usual.
Please don’t get me wrong here. I am NOT complaining!! But Doom-n-Gloom’s lack of ‘passion’ or any sort of feelings towards this divorce gets me to thinking: most men fight back in some way when their wives are divorcing them. In some distorted and perverted and immature way, doesn’t that mean the husband still cares for the relationship and/or wife and is sad/upset/hurt to be losing it/her?? Kind of like pre-separation anxiety?
Anyway, what I think I am trying to say here is:
- I am very relieved. Hopefully he stays in his denial holding pattern (if that’s what this is) until after the initial hearing in mid-August (at least).
- If he’s this apathetic about me leaving him, how much did he even care about me (and/or us) to begin with?
Truly, none of that really even matters because our marriage was broken long before I started this blog.
It just took me this long to figure out that I deserve to be with someone who cares about me, myself, my well-being and (along with me) endeavors to work on our relationship every single day we’re together – and even on the days when we’re not.
Loserman posted some shit on Facebook yesterday about a couple of junkyards around the city running specials right now because it’s hella-cold outside and no one in their right mind wants to spend a prolonged period out in the elements pulling junk (metal) parts.
Remember, he still needs to fix my truck and his deadline is…
BTW – he hasn’t even started… *smh* And he hasn’t given me any progress updates. Big surprise, right?