On December 3rd the husband and I celebrated our thirtieth wedding anniversary.
I decided to get in the car and drive the five hours to where he is to spent the day with him. We really didn’t do anything special, ate breakfast at an Ihop. and I tagged along while he attended to some things for work. Then we took a walk on the boardwalk and looked at the ocean.
Before I left we talked a little bit about the tenuous state of our marriage over the past few years. I really wasn’t sure we were going to still be together on this milestone anniversary. Yet here we are still hanging on to what my daughter referred to as our “joke of a marriage”
Yes there are things that need changed. 1. we need to live together. 2. Diane needs to become a thing of the past. 3. Our kids need to stand on their own two feet.
I am still very angry and frustrated and hurt by her presence in our lives, however as I drove home I thought about what the husband and I talked about today. (He isn’t going to end our marriage, if our marriage ends it will be because I can no longer tolerate his “friendship” with Diane.) I began to feel sorry for Diane. He has her convinced that there may be a future for them. Yet there isn’t. He is married and plans to stay married to me for a long long time. He has made that abundantly clear to me. I am sorry that he has not made that clear to her. I am sorry for her that she has chosen a dead end relationship.
He and I have a long way to go to get back to “happily ever after” but we will. We both want it. Plans are being made to work toward that end.
So all in all it was a good anniversary. Now if I can just remain sane until he gets here for Christmas. twenty days.