I have an update - stb-ex is set to move out Nov. 2. He had the gall to ask if the OW could come to the house to help him move. I didn't say what I wanted to say, so I said - no. She can be at your new place.
Went through the list of household stuff and furniture, that was a bitch - an hour and a half of talking to this louse. Who gets what. He took our vows, my trust, ripped me in two (another woman call it "soul rape" on the Chump Lady blog) and pissed all over our families, community and life. And now I am talking about who gets which chair in the house.
It's surreal and disturbing. I know that many people are dealing with much worse trauma than this, and I'm trying to keep my perspective. There are more than 6,400 divorces in the U.S. every day. So that's quite a crowd.
One thing I know for certain is that he is becoming a small, small person, and I am going to be growing into a much grander life, filled will happiness, hope, and joy. It's just this dark hallway to get through to the next new door in my life. I am trying to hang in there and wish everyone courage, energy, strength and relief from the pain whenever possible.
This pain is something else, like nothing I've ever felt in my life. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy -- just my ex.