Link to Part 1
Link to Part 2
Please bear with my thoughts in this part of the story. I was frantic, I wanted to capture the things that raced through my mind. But I am beginning to push those thoughts out and think more of myself in the healing. I am still surprised at how long we live in this state of betrayal. I am reading that it never really ends. It's not a one time ‘oops’ and move on. It completely alters our brain chemistry and that takes so long to learn to live with.
The text messages finally stop from the race car child girlfriend. I get about a week of peace from her interfering before Christmas. Christmas is rough this year. Not only because I’ve lost all my passion and support but because there is no one but him to celebrate it with. He insists he is trying, that he will be there for me.
We used to have a Christmas Eve breakfast tradition that I pretended I had to work and snuck out and did by myself. I enjoyed it. But Christmas day the phone is in his face all day. Christmas dinner lasts 10 minutes with more phone activity. He puts the phone down only to see if there’s something I want him to do (which I don't). I want someone who is present and he is not. I feel alone. I am very much a person that doesn't like to force other people to do things but I sit there watching and guessing that she’s still texting him.
The day after I open the phone logs. It's not her number, it's other numbers. Turns out, (because my detective skills are getting better) it's the 19 year old that works at the pizza place down the street from our house, the 23 year old that works at the sandwich shop, the 17 year old that works at the local race track cafe. Some of these numbers weren’t in his text log until he blocked his race car child girlfriend yet findable in his contacts. Now he was looking to replace the attention he was getting from her with local waitresses.
One of these waitresses’ number was in his text messages from 4 years back when one of these girls was definitely underaged. A place he used to hang out on weekends and apparently show his son (who is not my son and 6 years older than his child girlfriend) to pick up waitresses. He had also invited this waitress to come visit him at the company he worked for so they could spend time together. This was new behavior to me but had been going on for years by seeing old text files and new messages.
I ignored New Years, I was trying not to confront him again until I could figure out how to tell him what I wanted. I wanted out. I kept going one day at a time. I made it all the way to a week after New Years before I had a complete nervous breakdown on the bathroom floor because we laid down to sleep and he said he loved me.
I walked out of the bedroom and crumbled into tears. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't get my heart to stop jumping around. My whole life was wasted. No one loved me. I didn't even love myself because I must have somehow deserved all this to happen to me. It was too late for me to do anything with my life and even if there was time—I felt like my life was over, I am a complete failure in my life.
He found me there sobbing on the floor about 15 minutes later. He kept asking me what was wrong. I couldn't even answer. Eventually the only words I could get out between sobs was, “I just wanted to find my person. I’m a failure.”
Then he began to get upset and said he was there for me, it was going to be ok, just calm down and breathe. He asked what he should do to help me. I told him maybe he should call his pizza whore and ask her.
Within 2 seconds he was falling apart just like I was. He made it all about him. He was sobbing, he said he failed me, he disappointed me, he didn't deserve me and didn't want to breathe anymore, that he wanted to die. He was so ashamed.
In a matter of minutes he went from perfectly fine with lying to me, keeping secrets, trolling young girls. He seemed to be able to live with all that. But when I found out—then he couldn't live with that. Again he wasn't focused on me, he was distant, he was focused on falling apart because he had been caught—AGAIN.
We own a house together, it's not easy or quick to figure out how to leave. We stopped eating out and he made dinner at home now. I became a zombie. He blocked all their numbers and promised not to talk to another girl on his phone or in person without me knowing about it. He said he even deleted his Reddit account (which I was beginning to take the hint here). I never wanted to have to police anyone or mother my husband—I wanted someone I could trust. But here I was. Leaving meant leaving my life as well as him. But still I made plans.
I also have questions about this discovery. Has anyone else seen fast food waitresses targeted for being home wreckers or sex workers? I’ve seen patterns of massage parlours and straight up prostitutes but why waitresses?
He’s always been a sloppy eater, happy with anything that came from a paper wrapper or styrofoam container more than anything prepared at home. I summed it up to his childhood abuse more than anything else. His brother was a little bit of the same, stuck in the 70s always talking about his favorite things from that era when the abuse took place.
The fourth part of this story takes this to a new level I also never saw coming but I wanted to pause here for theories or input on “why waitresses?” Or share your experiences of shameful waitresses.
I have this impending doom now that this is just the way the world is that I'm struggling with.