This will be long and sucky but I have to tell someone with no stake in the matter so you folks are gettin’ it.
So ten months ago my wife and I separated, largely because she cheated, lied, lost jobs like people lose keys, and so on and so forth. Fior six months after I found out about the affair I tried to fix the relationship while she sat there like a bump. She started dating (again) the guy she’d had the affair with right after the separation started, if not before. We can file for divorce as of May 1 on the grounds of a year’s separation. That’s the easy way out.
I finally pinned her down last weekend to talk about the arrangements. She held forth for two hours on a twisting, confused talk about how she feels, which was such a conflicting mess of crap that I could not make heads or tails of it. To my utter amazement and shock, she actually floated the idea of us getting back together - not enthusiastically, more wistfully - a prospect that I, to be honest, cannot even begin to imagine how she could convince me to trust her to do it. I left her utterly baffled as to what the conversation had even been about. Why doesn’t she want a divorce? SHE cheated. SHE treated me like crap. SHE is dating the fat pig she cheated with. She made her decision. What the hell?
My daughter, a ridiculously sweet girl of 5, is now asking me at least twice a week to move back with Mommy so “things can be like they were before.” The agony and despair this causes me is literally beyond my ability to express it in words. My child is hurt, and I don’t know how to fix it.
Thanks to the separation, I am living paycheck to paycheck. I’m saving for retirement thanks to automatic RSP deductions, at least, but there’s no spare money. Credit card bills loom. I am stuck, for the time being, in a job that overworks me on purpose; quitting would mean ruin within a matter of a couple of months. I can’t move from this city, even if that were to create opportunities, because then I would lose my shared custody of the only person in the world who really makes me happy.
I am 39 and have a kid, making me poison to most women. My attempts to find dates have been absurdly unsuccessful (and it’s more having the kid than being separated, believe me; I’ve run the experiments.)
I’ve put considerable effort into getting out, pursuing interests. The standup comedy course was a huge success. I’m going out more. But I’m still alone when I get home to my little condo I don’t own and the loneliness is indescribably bad and now my little girl is sad because her Mommy and Daddy aren’t together for reasons she can’t understand. Everything is fucked. I had a wonderful life and its been blown to tatters.
Everyone told me it was going to get better. Well, it’s not getting better. And there’s no particular reason to believe it will anytime soon. Why would it? Next week will be exactly the same as this week, and so will the week after, and the week after. I have to grind through it for my daughter’s sake, and that’s going to be my life. It’s so horrible a thought that I can’t sleep. So here I am.