I love early weekends. I hardly ever get them, though. In fact, I haven’t really had a weekend in quite a while. My work schedule is a bit odd, and until recently I would generally be free only on Wednesdays and Sundays. I can’t say that I’ve gotten to take an early weekend for quite a long time — maybe 5 years or so.
My wife got to take an early weekend today, though. She turned up at home sometime around noon. I was a bit surprised to see her here, as she’s been trying to make herself scarce recently. But there she was, in the middle of the day, right there in the living room. I was cooking. Actually, I was making a number of dishes in quantities that would provide leftovers, and had been planning to give her a lunchbox with some of these goodies. She preempted all that, though. I did let her taste one of the dishes, and she approved, but it was pretty clear that she was in sort of a hurry to leave the house. I think she stayed for about 20 minutes or so, total.
The most curious thing was that she asked me if she could take the dog with her today. She said she wanted to hang out with the dog, and I said she could always do that right here in the house, right now. But she wanted to take the dog to her friends’ house, i.e. the place she’s been “living” the past couple of months. I told her that would be fine, and at this point I just thought she wanted to spend the day with the dog, so I asked her if she’d be bringing the dog home later today. She said that she wouldn’t. Hmmmmm. I asked her if she’d be bringing her home tomorrow. Again, no. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. She said, “I’ll drop her off… sometime.” I asked when that would be, and she had no details. Then, she went to take the carrier with her as well.
Okay, then I get it. She got clearance for an early weekend with the adulterer. My wife really has very few professional commitments anymore, and her bank account is beginning to show the damage. I’m wondering whether the adulterer is abandoning his professional responsibilities as well. It sure seems like he gets a lot of extended weekends, working Tuesday to Friday, or, as seems to be the case this week, Tuesday to Thursday. One can only hope that this will start to impact his bottom line. I suspect this was a last-minute decision; she had to cancel a client this afternoon, wanting to reschedule for Sunday, but that reschedule didn’t work out. So she was planning on coming back on Sunday this time. I suspect that I won’t see her until Monday or Tuesday.
I don’t know. In a way, I’m of two minds on this. To me, this is both a good and a bad thing. It’s a good thing in the sense that she gets to spend more time with that moral reprobate, thus bringing her ever closer to the inexorable demise of that affair. The more time she spends with that man the less novel that relationship becomes, and the more the problems and personality flaws will come to light. These will bring that relationship down. I don’t have any doubt about this. Look, my wife has already shown that she doesn’t understand how to deal with relationship problems: when things get tough, she points the finger, blames, argues, nags, and gives ultimatums. (I’m not complaining, this is just a statement of fact given for a reason that should become clear.) And when things got tough, she gave up. The adulterer is even more extreme in this regard, I suspect: he has already failed at two marriages and is a serial adulterer to boot, so he simply seems to have no viable relationship skills that would allow him to successfully navigate the difficult waters ahead. Oh yes, there are difficult waters ahead. Let’s not forget that my wife still has to write a dissertation, and that needs to be done in two months. Let’s also not forget that she will need to register for classes so that she can defend, and as of this date she does not have enough money to pay her tuition. These are only the tip of the iceberg.
So that’s the good thing. The bad thing is that I don’t get to see her. The bad thing is that she also takes the dog and leaves me all by myself. I guess I’ve gotten used to it by now, but it is getting old. I’d just like this idiotic charade to run its course and get itself over with so that I can get my life back. It is starting to look more and more like an absurdist play, or maybe even theater of cruelty. It’s just so unreal on some level. I’m here, living on planet Earth, in the real world, and my wife is somewhere in a bubble of fantasy. She even has a few people that have bought into it, too.
Whatever. I think we might be entering the end stage of this game. I sure hope I’m right. The tedium is getting rather tiring.