It isn’t that hard to imagine my confusion is it, that after uprooting my life in CA and moving over 2200 miles to start (or in this case be part of) a family after waiting so long (I was 39 after all), I’m told that our marriage may have been a lie. We were sitting in our living room. Maybe watching TV. This was six months after I started using a wheelchair (I got tired of falling down just going to the bathroom and the last time I did, I bent half of my big toenail back, which took almost two years to grow out.) Stephanie says, “I’m not going to give in to you anymore. I’ve been doing it since Beech Hollow.!” Well, we had moved from there 12 years ago in 1996 when I spent my GI Bill and bought a house in Westfield, about the middle of where we both worked (I at CBSI in Sheridan and her at Cutler-Hammer in Castleton).
When I asked her what she meant by that, she got up and went into our “office”, where we both had computers, filing cabinets and the like set up. My first thought was “Is she talking Sleeping With The Enemy (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102945/) here or something else? I sure don’t ever remember being that anal with her or anyone else.
I waited (I’m probably guilty of being too patient sometimes) a few weeks and asked her again what she meant by what she said. She did the same thing.
At this point, what would you do?
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