Hey White Dove,
I'm glad to hear from you! I'm even more pleased that you are doing so well.
As for your question:
how did you find out that she was pregnant?
I don't know if I would recommend my method, but to put it simply...I went to her work, waited for her to leave and took pictures - might not be the best way, but that is how I found out.
We are in Chicago now with my family on vacation. The night before we almost POJA'd not to go.
But, the more I thought about it - the more wrong it seemed not to go. We had already committed to going. My father had already paid for all of us (it's a convention for my family's business and all of my family is here). Also, my siblings all traveled by plane and my father had planned on driving and taking all the grandchildren with him, most of whom are little kids. He was depending on us to help him with the children and it just seemed plain selfish and wrong to back out on him at 11 pm the night before we were to leave.
So, I decided to change my attitude about it. I have had to "change my attitude" several times a day and get refocused on making the best of things. There have been many times, though, that I've wished I would have just called him and backed out. I've also wondered how much airfare and car rental would be so I could get the heck out of here.
It's pretty difficult being here for a couple of reasons - one being that this was the city that Patriot and OW traveled to together on a business trip that kind of started the whole A. The other reason is that spending this much time with my family, it has been very difficult to hide my feelings. They notice that something is wrong, no matter how hard I try to hide it. I have had to field a couple of comments.
Last night, my daughter had a conversation with my mother and my mother asked her why I looked so sad. She said I looked as though I had lost my best friend.
It puts me in a rather difficult situation because I don't want to tell them the truth. I know they won't understand. I am also ashamed. But, then, I don't want them to think that the reason is because of them or because I don't want to be around them. I would guess that is what they probably think, because there has been so much conflict between my family and I in the past.
We are working on some things, too. Although, I feel as though we have had many false Recovery beginnings. We had a long talk last night when we could find a few moments alone. We have also gone over some details on this trip. I guess that's why I use the term "false Recovery". Every time we go over details, he contradicts something he has told me in telling me details before.
This only leaves me with more puzzle pieces that don't fit together. It also makes it very hard to trust him. A lot of these lies have been during times when I really thought we were in Recovery.
Last night he took a major step in dealing with conflict. I talked to him for a long time about ways to deal with conflict without blaming and how and why it can be healthy.
So he called his Father and dealt with a major conflict that he had been avoiding for a while.
I was astonished. I felt very proud of him for doing it. I know it wasn't easy for him - particularly with his family, where the root of his conflict-avoiding is.
I did feel pride in him for facing it, but I felt nothing but true admiration for the way he did it. I guess I expected his technique to be rather novice. It wasn't at all. The way he talked to his father and shared his feelings with him, reassuring his father of some things and showing so much compassion was truly amazing. No one could have done it in the way he did.
It really reminded me of one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place...because of his compassion towards other people.
But, today is a new day and there are new issues and problems to deal with.
It was nice, though, to be in that moment last night. I wondered if I should leave the room and let he and his father talk in private. I didn't, though. He didn't ask me to and I didn't want to interrupt him by asking. So, I just stayed. I really wanted to feel close to him. I wanted him to share that with me. Funny, that listening to him standing up and facing things with so much care and compassion with his father filled MY love bank.
This is very, very hard - Recovery - but we are hanging in there. I wish we were further along than we are.
Say a prayer for me, if you will. This trip is pretty difficult.
Oh, one more thing...I have recently become aware that I am a very strong person. I always thought I wasn't, but I am. I guess I didn't realize that. I'm not sure what to do with that knowledge. Doesn't being strong just mean you can handle more pain? I don't want that. So, still trying to figure out what it means...I just know that I am strong (which may or not be a good thing).
Take care,
Froz