He he...not well, see my posts in general, and yes this is related.

I put my ring and the movie The Bachelor in my fire safe, along with a 3 page letter I wrote in the E.R. to him. I gave him the key and told him to open it when he is ready to talk.

We just talked for about 3 hours. Things are much better, but yes, he is VERY hard to get thru to. Part of my issues with him from the beginning. He has not spoken to any of his family members in over 15 years. I do not, and will not ever, know why. My gut says abuse, although he denies it every time I ask.

His mother was Bipolar, his oldest brother is Schizophrenic, and his only sister has never married and is morbidly obese. He was the middle child. There is a younger brother who he has never met, and when that brother and the mother were in a car accident 10 years ago, someone went to my husband's grocery store to ask him to come to the hospital. He LAUGHED at them.

But before you say he's just an a-hole: Watch a few epidsodes of MASH, especially the final episode.

My husband IS Hawkeye. And Radar. He dressed up as Radar for Halloween at the office our first year together, which just so happens to be my birthday. I turned 20. Everyone in the office called him Radar, he was the mail boy, the office gopher, everythig Radar did he did, and he had Radar's sense of saying stuff before it was said. He even looks a hell-of-a-lot like him.

But psychologically...he is Hawkeye.

The shrink is Sigmund Freud (like they couldn't hide it with a better name...)

I..am nurse Baker!

Oh and we are also Ross & Rachel from Friends. Again, watch the last episode, we will get there some day. My life long dream has always been to go to Paris someday. And yes...we are likely to get a divorce and split custody of our child...

WHO WOULD BE NAMED EMMA

If it werent' for that show and the fact that Emma was the #1 name that year and I didn't want her to be known by her last name because we have a HORRENDOUSLY long German last name that I honestly hate and want to go back to my maiden name so hell, might as well get divorced just for that reason.

I need to stop so I can read the "what to bring - what not to bring" list and pack. It is now 2 AM and we're leaving in the morning, whenever my husband has had enough sleep (he just went to bed) to drive to an airport on the way to Arizona.

See my siggy.

Goodbye for a while

Someone tell Gordian Knot that I would like him to get in contact with my husband (soon-to-be ex) somehow, someday, maybe not now but when things settle down for both of them. And yes...gordian...your story inspired me to end the affair and get help.