I broke down crying on the 21st, sobbing uncontrollably from the harsh reality and pain of my first Christmas alone.
I was facing the reality of the situation- my wife moved into an apartment with my neighbor's son, the kids aren't coping well, and life is completely upside down. I was overwhelmed, I couldn't see anyway forward. The kids were home from school and they were bored. I had to text her for help- something I really did not want to do. She came to my rescue, caring for me, trying to help.
I think this gave me a false sense of hope for what could happen with us. She was just doing it to help. It didn't mean anything to her. Maybe she feels guilty for what she did to me and our family. Maybe she truly sees that what she did is wrong. I don't know if it really matters, but I can't seem to stop thinking about it.
The next few days were filled with hope. What if she can finally see the truth? I texted her, tried to explain that things are not right. The kids aren't coping well, they are in pain. I am too. I told her she needs to stop pretending that things are good and right. She seemed a bit responsive and admitted that she feels like crap every day. I tried to help her see the truth, but she went back to blaming me. She said she feels like that because of the things I say to her. I hadn't even said anything to her lately and whenever I did in the past, it was only telling her the reality of the situation.
I thought there could be some grand gesture for Christmas, maybe she could come home and we could be a family again. I asked her to come home. It didn't work. There was no grand gesture, there was no Christmas miracle.
Part of me thinks her brain is shutting it out, trying to protect her from reality. She can't see it all. She is not happy. She cries, yells, and then just pretends things are ok. This has to be some sort of defense mechanism. But in the end, does it really matter? The fact of the matter is that things aren't changing and I am having trouble accepting that.
Now I am alone, Christmas by myself. I do have some friends and somewhat of a social network that I have created in my new life, but it's not what I want. I want my family back. It is just not the same, it feels empty without her here. She doesn't care. She replaced me with my neighbor's son. She has this grand idea of what things are and how much better they are. She is wrong, but she will never admit it.
I think part of my hope is that what she did is so horrible, so stupid, so ridiculous, that it is almost impossible for someone to not figure out that it is wrong. I know that time will come eventually. The problem is that I am waiting for it, and I can't do that. Yet, here I am, hoping for the future. Hoping for a family that doesn't exist anymore.
I am not crying now, I think I got most of that out already, I am feeling empty inside, alone, sad. I know this will get better with time. I know I have to let go of my marriage and the happiness that I never even truly knew I had. I should have appreciated it more, but I guess I will never have that chance again.
She will continue to pretend, continue to think things are better and continue to ignore the family she tore apart. I always thought you could never just replace one person with another, but apparently you can. With a little denial and pretending, you can do whatever you want in this life. Or at least some people can. I can't.