A Roller Coaster Journey

From professional to employed mother to stay at home mother, I'm facing the challenge now of being the wife he left behind. It's a roller coaster ride and I don't know how it will end. But when you're going through hell, you keep going. Thank you for visiting my blog and may it help you on whatever your journey is.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Rubbing in my Face

Mr. Gone was in California "visiting his mom" this past week and "vacationing with the kids." So MIL took all the kids to stay with their cousins, a four hour drive away, for the bulk of the week. Mr. Gone had maybe two meals with his mom and the kids, and was on his own in his mom's house the rest of the week.

He posted a series of pictures on Facebook that are reminiscent of the Charlie Sheen partying with women hanging off of him paparazzi pictures that were making the rounds during the worst of his craziness. The kicker is that these were all high school classmates of his. He started to get weird right after he went to his high school reunion a year ago last April.

Do the dots connect?

I'm very sad that he blew up his family for this. Whether it's unresolved aging issues, unresolved adolescent issues, unresolved daddy issues, I really thought that I married a better man than that. He needs help. He's told me repeatedly that counseling is a crock.

I've spent the past couple of days very angry at him, and at the situation. I'm trying to move forward and focus on myself, and started to drag some of the attic office furniture down to clear the space so I can find a tenant and stay in the black. I've also set up appointments with a number of contractors for roof repair and all the other things this house needs done that Mr. Gone was "going to get around to."

Just deep breathing in the face of extreme stupidity.


  1. Oh, wow - your situation is hard enough without Facebook making it worse!

    Saw you over at Derfwad Manor and thought I would check in and say hi!

  2. Visiting from the Manor, too.
    You are not alone in this, I can guarantee others have walked (and sadly, will walk) in your shoes. it is hard. A local friend is going through some of this right now (yes, including the home repairs). Again, you are not alone.

    Wishing you strength and peace.

  3. Visting from the Manor as well. I read through your blog posts and it brings back memories.

    I am 7 years post-being-dumped by my husband. My girls were 2 and 5 at the time. It gets better. The hurt goes away. My life is a thousand times better now than it was in the last year of my marriage. Here's the funny thing. I just realized, just this moment, that the 7th anniversary of the night he walked out has passed and I didn't notice the date. It doesn't have any meaning for me any more. Second funny thing: I just thought about this now, while I am typing this, and the actual date of the anniversary last month? I was meeting Mrs. G. in Ithaca at Gary's place. :)

    Hang in there. Talk to friends. Look for happiness in small things, the big things will follow. Treat yourself well. Thinking of you.

  4. Thanks for stopping by, Derfwads, and good to see you all. I know it will get better some day, and I hope writing this down will help someone else who ends up following in my footsteps.