Entry 13 - A VERY Big day 

Well, to conclude on yesterday's post. I never met the guy. He was too busy. Now for the big deal.

I took the kids to work with me for about 30 minutes while my wife drove home from work. For the past couple of days, my daughter has been complaining here & there about her stomach hurting. It seemed to coincide with leaving (for school, running around, etc.) so I thought, since she had a nightmare in which I was hurt a few days ago, that she was having a kind of separation anxiety. Since her stomach didn't hurt all the time, I chalked it up to this. She would say her stomach hurt, then 2 minutes later would be running around, laughing it up, not even appearing to be in discomfort.

Well after my wife picked up the kids and took them home, my daughter started crying because of how bad her stomach hurt. So instead of taking care of our daughter (who was still crying), she calls me at work and says, "Why didn't you do anything about this while you were home?" To which I replied, "Oh I'm sorry your kids are an inconvenience." She continued her tirade and actually implied that it was my fault that my daughter's stomach hurt. (My daughter was constipated. She's all better now).

(There was more to that conversation, but I'll skip along), Well nobody's going to blame me for my daughter's discomfort. So I spoke my mind, which was very liberating. Well, she doesn't like that at all. She said that she was unhappy in our marriage and doesn't want to stay together for the kids. Then.....this was the best part.....she asks me (out of the blue) "Would you even care if I found somebody else?"

Rather than continue talking angry on the phone while at work, I answer the question, "Of course I would care, it would be the end of us." (Which is a half-truth, I would care, but not about us....but about our kids. I've posted before that I would be relieved more than hurt.)

So, today I'm supposed to call my mom to see if she can watch the kids while my wife and I have a "serious discussion." The stubborn, don't be a quitter, part of me doesn't want to give up. It's like admitting defeat. However, after everything I've gone through? If you know that beating your head against a brick wall is going to hurt, shouldn't you stop beating your head against that wall?

If anybody reads this, I apologize for the length. It felt more like a diary entry, used for my memory of the events.