As if my accidental discovery that my husband is in love with another woman isn't enough betrayal for one lifetime, I've learned a few other things today.
He is out of town this weekend, presumably at a living history event in northern Virginia. So he says. But who knows? He could be hanging with Ms. Allie this weekend. Well, once he gets home, I have some news for him. He's moving. And soon. Today wouldn't be soon enough.
We've been sleeping in separate bedrooms for quite some time now. Today, I went into his room to move some of my personal items. I told him several weeks ago I needed to do this, but today was my first opportunity. In shuffling things around, I noticed a set of files I didn't recognize. I took a look. Looks like he's been busy. Busy with things he otherwise told me that he had not done, or that he just didn't bother to mention at all. Collectively, these things point toward even more betrayal and dishonesty.
He's opened a post office box in another city. Hmmm. That's interesting. I found the receipt. And he's taken out his own cell phone account. Huh? We discussed this recently, and he didn't mention that. A secret, I suppose. Lastly, he's rented a place to live. Did that while I was out of town this week. He didn't mention that either.
All this is on TOP of the little issue I discovered Thursday night when I checked the cell phone bill online and learned that he lied about his diminishing contact with Ms. Allie. Nope...it hasn't diminished at all. In fact, it's robust and healthy.
Praise the Lord! He must be planning to move soon. I don't know whether to cry or to be happy. I do know I am more than ready for him to go. I want him out. I want him out of my home, out of my life. Out, out, out.
