WhyNews, Law, Baby ·Saturday May 16, 2020 @ 14:46 EDT (link)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.
Back before my wife went crazy and ran off, I would frequently post pictures here, mostly of David Geoffrey, and hope to do that again.
Nothing much has changed. The virus didn't bother me much; I'm already dealing with worse. I got used to having a couple days off a week (company furlough) and then that stopped which is good but. Still working from home, so can still have bacon for lunch. :-)
… I still look around each day and think, where is my wife, where is my son? Marriage necessitates a degree of trust that makes one vulnerable to being stabbed in the back like she did. You can't really protect yourself from betrayal and still have a relationship, and shouldn't have to.
I have not caused this. She tried to blame her harmful actions on me, and I, due to the trust I have already mentioned, tried to believe it; but with much thought and expert help, I have come out of that. I have not caused the evil she has chosen. That doesn't require me to be "perfect" of any sort; I have room for improvement, and I love that my relationship with God and with local Christians has improved so much over the last few years. I am satisfied; I am confident, that I have not caused this; I am out from under the weight of false accusations from her and her family. I fight for my son.
I have come as close as I have ever gotten to "why", given she won't actually say anything (guilt? concern it will be used against her in court?); this is an excerpt from a handwritten note she wrote dated a few years before she ran off:
Sometimes I think my life and his would be easier if I never came back [from West Virginia]. He doesn't understand me or my desire to be back "home" and live there (which I know isn't possible while we are married). Do I love David, yes I do. Do I want to stay married, I'm just not sure.
So there it is.
I don't think God would want us to divorce ever, but I'm not sure I can stand it any longer. I'm being pulled in 2 directions and it's getting harder and harder to choose the "right" one (in God's eyes). I know if David saw this that it would hurt him. But my thoughts and feelings are not just for me. I can't be what David needs or wants and I'm tired of trying. … I'm going to look at my time in WV for grandma's death and funeral as an opportunity to see what I feel about things. I'm tired of the fighting and arguing and him wanting and needing me to choose him over my family. He needs that and I can't give it to him. My family is so important to me. I know David loves me but I think he deserves so much more than I can give sometimes. … I'm evidently not what he thought I would be and he deserves better. I'll reflect and maybe time apart will help. We'll see, I suppose.
Pining for home is a weak and base reason to destroy a family and two lives. It's not as if she didn't spend plenty of time there.
It is also the cruel manner she did it, keeping my son from me for so long (mostly, since she ran off in March 2018, and completely since she filed to take what she did not earn in November 2018). Doing horrible things to me—stabbing me in the back—should not result in cash and prizes, especially not from her victim, and she certainly is not mentally capable of looking after my son.
Last I heard from my lawyer was they were working on a settlement.