I pretty much turfed my husband out. He was making plans to move out -- lying about it. I found out and insisted he leave today, not continue to sleep in my bed and eat with the family when he is no longer one of us, psychologically speaking. It just seemed wrong.
I had been Plan Aing, almost impeccably, for about a month. We live in a small community. Also, the little OW immature game-playing things behind my back simply got to be too much, too nerve-wracking, and I needed to get my sanity back. Moreover, I felt he was becoming too comfortable sitting between two chairs.
I did not mean to "Plan B." I thought I was turfing him out forever. Finito! I told him my goal was never to see or speak to him again, and HEAL. All of a sudden I'm not so sure...
It's kind of heaven to be alone with the kids in this house, not having the situation as an ever-present reality.
However...I miss him already. He's already called twice (once catching me; once on answerphone). He's sending me an email with miscellaneous household odds-and-ends, I had to send him one to make sure we don't see each other at the same gathering tomorrow night. He sounds like he misses me... He said tentatively, "We'll see how this works out." Mentioned some theatre tickets we have in the coming weeks together...what are we going to do?
I'm not sure I have the willpower to resist...but fire away, all ye experts out there. It will drive OW crazy that he's dating me, and he's likely to find out...on the other hand...am I kidding myself? If he wants to be with me, Plan A must have worked. He acknowledged changes, but it didn't help him change course.
Geez I adore him, even if he is a complete sh*t.