Okay, so this evening, while soon-to-be ex was rearranging his 'bedroom' (the kids' toy room with a fold out couch), he gets a phone call.  I can tell it's a guy, no biggie.  He says it's a mutual friend, and that he rather thought S (an exfriend who wants to sleep with my almost ex) had shared the tale of our separation, and that this guy wanted to do some male bonding.  Okay.  I don't really care.  B goes out almost every night anyway, I haven't a clue where, and I've finally stopped being hurt by it.  It's a good reminder of how things are changing.

anyway.

I've convinced my mom to do nanowrimo with me this year, and I wanted to show her the website.  Since I was doing stuff on mine, I decided to load up the site on B's computer.  He'd left his email browser open.  S had left him an email, telling him a date & time to be at a certain coffeeshop.  (half an hour before he left).

So I'm thinking.  He obviously didn't see the email, which meant S was stewing alone at the coffee shop.  Instead of calling herself, she convinces a mutual friend to call for her.  B takes off.  I didn't hear the conversation, so I don't know if B was told on the phone that it was a ruse, or if it was being kept from him until he got there.

I can't believe how juvenile this is.  Like what, I'm going to be hateful to B because he's going to meet with S?  Sorry, but I believe my almost ex when he says it's over between us.  I tried to win him back, it failed, now we move on.  Gods, how it hurts, but I do acknowledge it.

The worst part is that we've been here before.  Another female 'friend' was emailing and talking with B behind my back, and we almost broke up then.  I'm glad we didn't, because I wouldn't have had my youngest, and I love her so much.  I can't imagine not having her in my life!

But really, hiding this stuff behind my back, when we've already broken up?  Yes, we're still living together, if by that you understand that he sleeps in a different room, we only talk when others are around, and he spends most evenings out.  We spend maybe ten minutes alone together, and we spend that time trying not to talk about anything personal.  

And I'm the one told to grow up!