The Truth Shall Set You Free..Part II

*Second post in a series, part I can be found here.*

When the plane touched down in Chicago, I kept flashing between excitement and nausea. Months of talking over text, voice, and video chat had left few stones unturned as far as getting to know each other, but I was still horribly nervous, because for the first time we would be seeing each other in person. We both said we were going in without expectations, but that did little to help my nerves. This wasn’t some random hookup, neither of us would have been willing to do something like that. We went to Chicago to meet and find out if  our love for each other was real, and worth acting on.

I wish I could even begin to recapture that weekend in words. When we got back to the hotel, before anything happened between us, we stood for a moment and held each other. He has told me many times since then that that was the exact moment he knew that what we had was not something he could ever walk away from, and that he go to the ends of the earth to be with me. The rest of the weekend was a blur of conference activities, the high of being together, and those pangs of nervousness I would get calling home. The last night in Chicago we talked a lot about the future, and how we knew it would be awhile before we would be together(he planned to file for his divorce in October) but we would make it work. We would get the legalities done with, and he would move to the States to be with me. (My moving was never considered, due to the kids and my ex’s family being here.)

I got home the next evening to the ex barely speaking to me. There was no hug, no kiss, no “How was it?”.  After spending a weekend with someone being so loving and affectionate towards me, his usual indifference and lack of interest in the conference felt like a slap in the face. The next morning he was quite insistent about having sex. I didn’t particularly want to, but it was easier to give in and be done with it than have a huge fight over it. If I’d known later what was to come of things, I’d have taken the argument.

That evening I had to run to Walmart to pick up some things for the PTA for Teacher Appreciation Week. He and I argued before I left, one of the reasons being what had happened that morning. I told him if he couldn’t be bothered to do more than use me, just don’t bother. I was walking around Walmart about 20 minutes later when my cell phone rang, and it was the ex.

“I just read your email, I know what happened with you and Paul in Chicago. Get home, NOW.”

I don’t know if it was shock, relief, or just plain disbelief that I responded the way I did- “I’m happy for you. I’ll be home when I’m done shopping.”  Looking back, that was probably not the smartest thing to say. It’s also possible that that I should have gone home then, instead of continuing to shop for the items on my list. As odd as it sounds, I was considerably more scared of facing the PTA women without the stuff we needed than I was heading home to face the man who’d just discovered my affair. At that point I was just in shock.

Due to the legalities of it, I will offer nothing here other than a summary of what was presented later in court.

When I got home from the store, the ex was waiting for me in the driveway, allegedly to talk to me about what he’d discovered. The kids were in the house asleep, as it was around 9pm at night. I took the stand and testified in court that I was pulled the from the car to the ground and kicked repeatedly on the backside. His testimony stated that he took my keys, I lunged at him, and fell to the ground, hitting my backside on the step into my car. Pictures of severe bruising to my backside and minor bruising to my ankle, arms and shin were entered as evidence, along with a report from the doctor I saw the next day. Several police that came to the scene testified that I was hysterical and changed my story, the detective on the case testified that I was consistent and the bruises he observed were in his experience exactly in line with what I claimed happened. The judge on the case said due to the lack of witnesses and conflicting testimony, there was reasonable doubt, and the ex was acquitted of any charges.

That incident occurred on May 5th. On May 7th, I filed for divorce on grounds of general incompatibility.

the ex and I talked quite a bit the night all that happened, and the following day. To his credit, he told me more times than I can count how much he loved me, how sorry he was, and offered everything from marriage counceling to getting his vasectomy reversed because he thought maybe having more kids was what I was after. It’s hard to explain, but I don’t hate him for what happened. I don’t trust him(as I’m sure he doesn’t me) but I can’t say what I would or wouldn’t do when confronted with the information he came across. Anger and shock can be very powerful, and in the heat of the moment, I think emotions just ran too high. I don’t forgive him, and I certainly don’t condone anything, but in a small way I think I can understand.

When I told the ex I’d filed the divorce papers, he then focused on (and succeeded in) making sure Paul’s wife knew what had happened in Chicago.

This was probably the worst part of the entire ordeal. I knew that Paul had told me he loved me and that he planned to divorce his wife. I also listen and read enough to know that this is a common line for people in affairs, and though I wanted to believe it, I was still numb and running on auto-pilot dealing with police, my lawyer, and everything else. I loved him, but given the circumstances, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he decided it was too much to deal with, and stayed where he was. Working on his marriage would have been considerably easier than divorcing and moving to another country. During this time he was in contact with most of my friends, making sure they knew they could get in touch with him, and trying to be sure as best he could to make sure I had the support I needed, despite him being over 4,000 miles away.

A good friend emailed him and made it clear she would be extremely upset if he didn’t stand by me through all this, and that he’d better not just be stringing me along.

He responded by sending  her back with a copy of the itinerary for his one-way flight to Ireland the next week.

In what I can only imagine must have been a very difficult time, Paul returned to Ireland from Denmark around the third week of May, and filed for divorce less than 2 weeks later.

I knew in that moment no one has ever loved me like he has. I knew in that moment I’d never love anyone the way I love him.

He had made his choice, and he wasn’t going to walk away from us, no matter how hard the circumstances.

Three weeks later, the ex came to me and told me he’d tested positive for genital herpes.

To be continued…

10 thoughts on “The Truth Shall Set You Free..Part II

  1. I don’t know what to say since I don’t know the whole story yet but I can say this : no judging. I can understand how that would happen and how it does happen – everyday.

    I can’t wait to read the rest.

    Also – to lighten the situation a little – could someone please tell me why the hell awesome blogger stuff is happening in my damned backyard all the time and yet, for some reason, I never know about it. geesh. ::end rant::

    Sheila (Charm School Reject)’s last blog post..Looking For a Lazy Post?


  2. OMG I know this is your real life and you are so brave to put it out here and share, but this cliffhanger is more of a cliffhanger than yesterday’s. Hoping the best for you, not only in the past as this story is, but also in the future.

    Heather G’s last blog post..Change of plans


  3. I remember the first time that you had mentioned that your marriage was over and now to be hearing the whole story… I’m breathless. It’s terrifying yet riveting. Hope you guys are in a much better place now. Can’t wait for the next installment.


  4. This was a great series of posts. BTW..I live in Chicagoland and March 4th is my b-day. That means nothing just thought it was weird. I adore your blog and your honesty and your refusal to just "settle" in life. I've taken a much different route but have ended up feeling the same way.


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