I hope ya’ll don’t mind, but I’ve never got to talk about myself and I wanted to vent somewhere.
I guess I’ll start at beginning of 2003. My wife was several months pregnant with our second child, our first being about three and a half. I wouldn’t have said our marriage was in trouble, I remember having the “daddy highs.” We already went through a pregnancy so we did know what to expect and it was less stressful. At the beginning stages of her pregnancy we did get into a fight about sex, but I knew once the second trimester came we weren’t going to have any more so I guess I was trying to bank-up; before we had sex about once ever two weeks. (sorry maybe TMI, but it does have a reason of input) I’ve always had a problem stomach, but increasingly any horrible symptom of an anger stomach began to befall me. I have never been a fan of doctors, but by March I had been prematurely diagnosed with being lactose intolerant, Cohn’s disease, and several others afflictions. Then comes in my hero, a gastroenterologist, who preformed my endoscopies. (which by the way is a pretty funny story in themselves) We found out I was producing seven times the normal amount of stomach acid. The most likely assailant was a tumor. About two weeks before our daughter was born my doctor called me at work and gave me the news, I had a cancerous neuro-endocrine tumor. It was about lunch time, I found a place where I could be alone until I got off work and totally broke down. I decided I wasn’t going to tell my wife. She was really stressed about me and the pending birth of our daughter and I didn’t want to add to it. I still stand behind that decision. The day after our daughter was born I had an MRI and with those results my wife found out my diagnosis. It was decided surgery was needed and in Sept of 2003 I went under the knife. I was out of work until January of 2004. In that time I believe I lost my wife.
In August my wife went back to work, she worked three days a week. Our schedules were pretty hectic with the two children and my pre-surgery testing, but I thought we were doing an impressive job with it. More and more my wife would talk about a co-worker she was learning Italian from. I, naively, thought she found an emotional outlet from the stress of everything. When I could walk I would go Christmas shopping with my wife and kids. I tried to go everywhere with them. Most of the time I could keep up, but I think I was pretty helpful watching the stroller while she shopped. I got under her skin quite a bit being there all the time. I looked at it as quality time, I think she saw it a spying and penny-pinching. Several times we got into arguments about me just laying around the house or following her like a third child. So, I began to go out with my friends. We would put the children to bed, and sometimes talk a bit or she would go to bed also and I’d kiss her good night and go out. As far a she portrayed this was fine with her.
Hanging out with the guys wasn’t as fun as it used to be seeing as I could not drink with them. They were also into major gambling and with me not working I felt guilty spending money we didn’t have. Then along came SOCOMII, a Playstation military online game. I began playing at a friend’s house and was hooked from the get go. I maintained the same schedule as far a trying to keep family quality time, but went to my friend about three to four nights a week. It became a form of escape for me I felt less needed or even wanted at home. Needless to say my wife and I grew apart, quite quickly. It was in a matter of weeks, just like that, poof. I mean it’s like I blinked and we were in a marriage counselor’s office with my wife saying she knows counseling wasn’t going to work. My heads spinning trying to figure how and what was happening. And in March of 2004 she asked if I would leave so she could think. And I did. After six weeks I asked to come home and she said no. For months I asked why and how did we get to where we were. In August she wrote me her reasons: I wasn’t around her enough, I wasn’t around the kids enough, and I didn’t do enough around the house. She also brought up the fact the when she first found out she was pregnant I didn’t show enough excitement coming out of a dead sleep, which she recalls a drunken stupor. Which maybe true, but I don’t think so.
Now here I am…