As you can tell, a lot happened this week one year ago. And quite frankly, I'm not having a lot of fun writing it all out. But it has been good for me. Writing is so cathartic. I'll admit that I had been craving the release of writing about all this for quite sometime, probably since last summer. But I couldn't bring myself to put things into words because I knew how poorly Jon would be portrayed. Despite everything, I felt like I needed to protect him. I needed to make his life easier. I needed to keep him happy. For so long his negative behaviors dictated my actions. So even while he was actively hurting me and destroying our marriage, even after we had separated, I couldn't detach myself from that way of thinking and acting. Today, if you tried to talk crap about Jon with me, I probably wouldn't engage. I would smile and let you say what you want. Probably nod and half-heartedly agree. But still, deep down there is this urge to placate him, even when I really owe him nothing.
I have tried really hard to write factually and not emotionally. It is not my goal to make you hate my soon-to-be ex-husband. If anything, please realize I am entrusting you with something almost sacred. My darkest moments and the burning, white hot coals of my refining fire. If even I can say I have forgiven him, I expect only "he that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone." Jon will be a part of my life in its entirety. For my kids' sake, I demand that he is treated with the same dignity you grant a stranger. No child deserves to see their parent spat upon and scorned. My children have been robbed of some of their innocence throughout this ordeal, I ask that they be the ones who come to terms with the details of their parents marriage ending when they are adult enough to read this blog and ask their dad some hard questions.
With all that being said, this is the part where things get hazy. At the beginning of 2023 I was determined to start journaling regularly again. Ironically, for the first time in years, I was writing daily in a journal at the same time that my world came crashing down. If you've found yourself wondering how I could remember things so well, that's why. At this point my entries became understandably sporadic. So, to ease the burden of blogging with so much detail and summarize what happened next, I'm going to bullet point things. I need a break.
> The day after Valentine's, I found the gumption to ask Jon to let me look through his phone. I found deleted texts, which included I love you's, and a deleted screenshot of an Instagram post. The picture was of her with her boyfriend, one of those obligatory Valentine's Day posts. I asked Jon what that was about, did it upset him that she posted that? He told me that he had called things off, that it was over, he broke up with her on Valentine's Day in the afternoon. Honestly, to this day, I don't know what to believe and Jon didn't offer up much else. This is incredibly confusing, because it was that night, Valentine's Day evening, that Jon told me the thought of a future with this girl excited him. Truthfully, if Jon had told me more in explanation of how things "ended", I probably wouldn't have believed him. This is the point where I began to not believe a single thing he said.
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