We all have low points.
Father’s Day is one of mine…
There are multiple reasons for this. One is the abysmal relationship that I have with my own father, but the magnitude of that in determining my overall feelings about the day pale in comparison to the other thing that always sticks in my craw on this day…
My girlfriend is away for the weekend, which is probably a good thing on balance, but at first it was a bit of blow for me. We recently had a pretty big fight. The worst of it is that the fight was almost entirely my fault. If you’ve been following along, you know that my job situation is a bit tense right now – not that I’m in any danger of losing my job, mind you, just that my boss is unbearable and is doing everything in her power to make my work life miserable. This is one of those times that I’m happy that I work to live rather than the other way around.. anyway.. I’ve been dealing with a great deal of stress lately. My girlfriend and I just took a Caribbean cruise, so I was able to unplug for a full week and experience some things that were new to me as well as bringing new experiences to her (which is one of my biggest kinks…) so I was in a pretty good place, until we got back. Then work started to invade upon my consciousness in both waking and sleeping hours. I was having more and more difficulty in putting the work things behind me when I went home, and that’s where things exploded.
I’m not going to go into the details, but suffice it to say that every relationship requires work, and my girlfriend and I have learned a few places where we need to communicate better, and we’re now stronger for the experience. Oddly enough, the problem areas for us are not related to anything else in this post, nor to the reasons why Father’s Day is a hard day for me.
So let’s get to the real story then, shall we?
My marriage ended on Father’s Day.
That’s not exactly the whole truth, and there were lots of things that were going wrong as early as a year prior, but it was Father’s Day, five years ago, when my marriage finally ended for truth.
This is one of the reasons why monogamy makes me so squeamish. I would have let her have her weekend with her paramour and probably even much more if she had been willing to open up our marriage, but when we’d talked about that as an option she was always against it. I’m still, to this day, unsure why.
Ultimately, I’m not unhappy with the result, because I would not be where I am today without those experiences, but a repeat of the same thing terrifies me to my bones.
My ex-wife was away on a business trip which she had extended for several days – including over the weekend, which was not entirely necessary for business purposes, but there was someone that she wanted to spend time with on the East coast where her trip was taking her.
I had confronted her about her extramarital relationship about a month prior. I’m something of a computer security expert and I had gathered evidence of her affair and the man with whom she was cheating on me. I knew that her trip was going to be taking her to his part of the country, and I knew that they would be spending time together.
Before she left, I had a conversation with her. I told her that I wanted to stay in the marriage, that I still loved her, that I wanted to preserve our family, and that I would be willing to open the marriage so that she could explore this relationship if that was her choice. She assured me that she was merely ‘going through a phase’ and that she had not, and would not, actually cheat on me with this other man.
She asked me if she could still go on her trip. To this day, I’m still not sure why she was asking me for permission.
She told me that she needed to go for work, but that she would not see this man if I told her not to.
So I told her not to.
Then she backpedaled and said that she had to see him because part of her job function depended upon it.
I told her to do what she needed to do.
She assured me that she would not meet him outside of work environs, that she would not pursue the attraction that she felt, and that she would remain faithful.
Electronic surveillance is wonderful, and it can give you all sorts of soul-crushing information if you’re not careful with it, but it can never give you the full picture.
The details of how I came about the information that I received are not important, but suffice it to say, my reach, especially in those days, was vast.
On Father’s Day, with the father of her two daughters (that would be me) at home, taking care of them in her absence, she spent the entire day entertaining him. She took him to her hotel room that night after dinner, and being very careful to not have intercourse, she did just about every other sex act possible with him.
The worst came immediately following that.
Her guilt got the better part of her, and at 2am local time, just after she has swallowed his semen and he left her room to go to his own home, she called me on the phone to tell me how much she loved me and missed me and the kids.
She woke me to assuage her conscience.
She had betrayed me before that in her heart, but this was the first act that went against her promise and it was the first for which she felt guilty enough to make the choice to leave me.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day.
I’m home, alone with my daughters, and tomorrow we’re going to have pancakes for breakfast because that is the tradition that I started with them after their mom and I separated.
It began a year after the events that I just related, and it’s always been this way, just them and me.
I don’t want that to always be the case, and I know that it won’t be, but perhaps it’s good that it is for one more year.
There is a dark nostalgia in remembering the low points.
There is a deep desire to wallow in the pain and misery, but that is no longer who I am, and while I can appreciate these feelings, I am no longer overwhelmed by them.
Life is all about love and learning and growing and I hope I never stop any of those things.
Remembering the low points, I am Rant.
Tomorrow is the first day of a new era.
And tomorrow always is.