Oh my.
Buckle yourselves in folks. It’s been a while and there’s a reason for that. But this one… you’ll need wine.
Firstly though, thank you for your updates. I’ve been reading but finding it hard to find the words to know how to say the below. Not least as I know half of you will be screaming at your screen going ‘I told you so!’
Before I get going, yay to the charity shop find Pointy. Hope the new wheelchair does the trick. Fingers crossed the mouse visitor has gone from the kitchen, and LadyDanbury, I hope you have recovered from your house move.
There’s been much, much going on. It’s all been a bit overwhelming. Actually, a lot overwhelming. There have been a lot of tears and it’s not been a great week.
The Dollies had a great time in Cornwall. And that was my main focus. For we went away with the family with the wife who upset me so much last summer. Because we had promised the children a holiday, and originally it was going to be 2 weeks in the south of France, but then covid and then the divorce and then some other stuff got in the way. The Dollies are still best friends with their children. She didn’t turn up for the first day and a half, as she was working, so it was me and her husband looking after the children. I like him a lot, but it’s not the same as what we had planned. She had to work after a day with us all, and was in bed by 8.30 each night, as was he. Hardly a relaxing break.
This is probably a good thing. As the week before we went away, I found out that she is the leak. She is the one who has been telling Geller everything.
I found out from Geller.
Talk about humiliating.
But now I know why he hasn’t signed. He had half the story about Westley moving and thought that I was going to take the Dollies and move to be with him.
And she’d also told him some other stuff. Private medical stuff, for one.
I am fucking incandescent with rage. Or I was. I ran out of puff after 24 hours. I just can’t be bothered. It turns out she has also really upset two very good mutual friends, so I’m not alone.
I feel so betrayed. And she was already on barely being told anything after last year.
So I sorted out Geller and his ridiculous notions. He has now said he will sign. He is also fine with me taking the Dollies to Copenhagen. Yes, it is the Legoland in Billand.
I get back from Cornwall and I hand over the Dollies to Geller for his half of the holiday, which kills me as they have been little superstars and I miss them like crazy. Then I find out the next day, when I run into two separate old neighbours – by which I mean I used to live there, not that they are old! that Geller has been parading his new woman round the local pub. Hilarious, as he hated going there when we lived there. Less hilariously, he has been telling all and sundry that I have a chap and telling them all about Westley. Well, his misguided version.
And then implying that Westley and I have been seeing each other for longer than we have. And just letting that percolate through people’s minds so there is the suggestion I cheated.
I have decided not to rise to the bait. He undoubtedly knew this would get back to me. He wants me to react. He also clearly isn’t over it as if he wasn’t bothered, why would he try to justify him being with a new partner. Also, his incredible lack of social awareness – the way he did it was awful and both neighbours were shocked – just goes to validate why I made the decision I did. But, the people who matter know the truth. They know I didn’t cheat. More importantly, I know I didn’t.
I am devastated by the betrayal on both fronts and it has completely floored me. I have spent the bank holiday doing DIY and reading and spending time with friends and walking and crying.
Westley is still away til the middle of the week. I have swopped cars with my parents and my mother told me she loved me. My brother called me unprompted and didn’t want anything other than a chat. Several old friends have come out of the woodwork to check on me, as they figured with the house move that something was going on, which makes me feel very cherished.
Oh, and I read THE most amazing book this week. Love, Anthony by Lisa Genova. Highly, highly recommend.
Bit jumbled, but there you go. It’s been bonkers.