Journal Entry: May 14, 2014
Today is my birthday. Ah, it would have been way too easy to quote THAT song.
Other than Facebook and phone calls, I received most of my birthday wishes and presents a few days ago, on Mother’s Day. That’s usually the way it goes in our family when your birthday falls around another major holiday. We just combine ‘em. It’s easier for everyone that way. I love my gifts and all my birthday hugs. My husband was very attentive, but he always has been on Mother’s Day, and my birthday. He was not a bad husband, I mean other than the fact that he cheated on me and lied to me for 15 years straight, but not on my birthday. Wait, I don’t know, he could have phoned or emailed or texted her on Mother’s Day. He probably did if she used the day to blackmail him and threatened to call me. She doesn’t have a family, her mother passed when she was a teenager, she has no children and I am sure she would like nothing better than to ruin what I have. I’m sure he was horrified at the thought of her getting through to me on Mother’s Day, so he probably was in contact with her over the years, but that is all over now.
We got on a plane for Los Angeles this morning. My two-day intensive therapy begins tomorrow. Our flight was uneventful. The triggers were manageable. As far as I know, my husband and the OW never went to LA together. This made things a little easier for me for some reason. I believe him when he says he never brought her to Southern California. He knows people in LA, A LOT of people. Even though it is a huge and very populated city, the chance was greater that he would run into someone he knew and he would be unable to answer for why he was traveling with this older woman… and not me.
We arrived at our hotel and I felt comfort in knowing she had never set foot there with my husband. I still shock myself at how often I think about safe places versus potentially unsafe places in my life. I don’t want to feel unsafe any more. Our room was beautiful and there is just something about perpetual blue sky and palm trees for miles that make me feel better. My husband took me to my favorite restaurant for dinner where we ate the most amazing tuna crudo, rib-eye steak, and chocolate cake with a birthday candle on top. I think I am a chocolate cake addict as I am already plotting devious ways to get back to that restaurant for more chocolate cake.
Possibly the best birthday gift of all, our beachfront property closed this afternoon. We are now the proud owners of ocean front property. Would I give it up in a second to have my husband’s marital fidelity back? Why yes, yes I would. But I can’t, so I will take the beach house.
As the Rolling Stones can attest to:
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
Apparently, a beach house is what I need right now.