Now here's a thing.
I've spent the afternoon drinking with my ex-wife.

That isn't unusual - we still get on fairly well and we have some joint investments that need to be discussed from time to time.

Thing is, it looks like she's heading towards divorce number two. She's left her current husband (the bloke she left ME for) and says it's the end. When I asked her why she ran through the same litany of reasons that she trotted out against me, seven years ago.

Now, I've spent seven years blaming myself for being an appalling husband but on the train home the scales fell from my eyes - it was actually her shortcomings as well as mine.

Frankly I feel like an almighty weight has been lifted from my shoulders by this revelation. I've been ringing my mates but sensibly they're all out on this fine Friday evening so I shall share with B3TA my euphoria in the knowledge that I might, after all, not be a complete shitshite.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 20:22, 6 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

life is too short, etc
are you going to try to get_in_there?
( Lisette von Falcon, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 20:32, Reply)

No
And that isn't the point anyway.

I've spent so long thinking that I was the guilty party (too much to list) but now she's telling me that current husband fails to respond to her specific, egocentric needs in the same way that I allegedly failed.

If I can see a recurring trend I'll not put it down to coincidence.

Incidentally, this isn't an Edmund-esque rant. As above, we do get on quite well.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 20:41, Reply)

well, I certainly would've let it go a long time ago
it sucks that it took so long for you to see that she was just using excuses to get with someone else
but in the future perhaps you should just smack the next hoe that beez disrespekin you
( Lisette von Falcon, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 20:55, Reply)

That's still not quite where I'm at.
I've not been wandering about in a slough of despond these last seven years.

Just carrying a nagging doubt that I ought not to have been carrying.

Perhaps having "Under an April Sky" - Jesus and Mary Chain - as our first dance at the reception ought to have predicated the future.

I am liberated.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 21:24, Reply)

Been there, done that
in a slightly different way...

My large extended family loved the former Mr Quar - he was a teacher, and could read an' everything.

When I kicked him out they sympathised with him and had him round for tea etc. I couldn't go anywhere without his ugly mug cropping up.

Eventually he showed his true colours and was jailed for kiddy-fiddling. Did I piss my vindicated pants laughing? I did indeed.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 8 Nov 2009, 9:21, Reply)