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I Said No to the Woman Every Divorced Man Is Supposed to Want
One month after my wife’s affair, I’m finding myself
Disclaimer
This article is a personal account of my own experiences and recollections relating to my marriage breakdown and divorce. It reflects my honest opinions, perceptions and memories of events as I experienced them. I recognise that other people involved may have different recollections or interpretations of the same events. Nothing in this article is intended to make false allegations or misrepresent any individual.
Friday
It’s Friday evening, and my son is back at my wife’s house. I’m still haven’t adjusted to being a part-time parent.
He let slip that tonight, they’re going to the house of a couple we’ve been friends with for years. Well, we're friends with. |My wife is now going there without me, as her life rolls on with me surgically removed from proceedings.
In a moment of weakness, I asked him who else was going. I don’t want to tap him up for information all the time, lest he become a pawn in his parents’ bullshit, but I was worried she’d be bringing along her new boyfriend to slot neatly into my place, my role, my life.
