I will begin this by saying that sometime in the Fall, the ex, who I will from here on out refer to as Hahna, started working out at a Crossfit gym in the area. The membership was well outside our budget but her father was going to pay the bill until the end of the year and she was hoping to do some side work for the owner to defray the cost. It came with a few free personal training sessions but because Hahna was friends with the owner, she got as many personal training sessions as she wanted.
It was November and UGA was going to play Auburn. I had received my masters from Tennessee but Tennessee’s program had gone downhill so I jumped on the UGA bandwagon because of Hahna. I had watched most of their games for 12 years and Hahna generally did not watch. Hahna’s interest in UGA had increased since we’d moved back to Georgia. We had discussed earlier in the week about kicking back and relaxing on Saturday night and watching the game together and I was looking forward to it.
On Saturday morning, Hahna told me nonchalantly that she was going to go watch the first half of the football game with some friends of hers. It caught me off guard and I was a little hurt she was bailing on me. She was going to go watch the game until halftime and then come home. Um, sure. I’ll stay with the kids and you go out.
Hahna left and I got the kids down and proceeded to watch the game. The first half came and went and Hahna still wasn’t home nor had she texted or called. The game got over after 11 pm and I still hadn’t heard from her so I called her. She answered the phone and told me she was on the way home and I hung up as I was quite pissed. Not the most mature way to handle it but no communication for 3 hours and coming home an hour and a half later than planned seemed ridiculous.
On Sunday, I was still upset and feeling pretty justified in my anger regarding the prior evening. Experience should have told me that I was a career .000 batting average in situations where I thought I was 100% right but I ignored experience and went with my gut. We had plans to go watch an Atlanta United soccer game with the kids but I decided to go ahead and address it with her. I swung at what should have been at an easy pitch down the middle that turned into a changeup.
What proceed next was a large fight over a relatively small “issue”. I was ticked about the previous day. She was ticked about 8 years of marital violations and brought up a litany of grievances against me. I couldn’t begin to list them all as I was blindsided by the whole ordeal. The rest of the argument was mostly a blur as she threw haymaker after haymaker at me and all I could do was cover up and hope for no long term brain damage.
We called an unofficial truce in there somewhere and took the kids to the Atlanta United soccer. She was very distant and made no attempt to connect or make up during the day. I was still hurt but made the best of it. Hard to play the game when you’re thinking it’s Old Maid and she’s playing Russian Roulette.