I had document with quotes and responses but what happened this just kind of ruined the point of doing.
Between the third, and this morning; things were, better than expected. Not great, but less bad than honestly could/should have been. We had our first session of CC on Monday, no IC so far, but we are both looking for it. On the seventh, I woke up to find my fiance on couch with me, and she forcefully invited me back to our bedroom for that night. We're talking more, even playing poker and gin well into every night. Yes, the wedding's been postponed to October, something we both agreed on. Not sure how this morning's will change this new reality.
So, this morning, my fiance had enough of me trying to gently nudge her into not doing the meeting. It was always a simple, "Can we not do this meeting" every few days." Still, not handled eloquently or ideally. Or particularly lightly, if I am being honest. We got into a huge row, I get some new information.
Apparently, there are messages that my fiance didn't show me. Ones in which my XWW tells my fiance that she's dying, and that she is now happily remarried, to one of my cousins. If I thought it was true, I would almost feel like an asshole for my attitude about this. Almost, because the moment I start to, I think about those years of hell she put me through.
Now I'm sitting here, in the chilly garage, with the work phone number of the cousin who married my XWW. Who my fiance has, apparently, already talked to, who can 'supposedly' confirm my XWW's impending death and intentions. This is also one of my cousins that went NC with me over planted falsehood that I was the one who stepped out of marriage. The last time I saw him, he told me that "The family legacy has no room for piece of shit adulterers who should have been aborted!"
To make matters worse, after the county courthouse got their crap together, and sent me the records, someone blabbed. I got a call from a 'friend' who gave my XWW multiple email addresses before I went NC. I had answered the phone without checking the number, but the moment I heard his voice, I hung up. That was yesterday. I have gotten dozens of calls from six different numbers with the area codes, I sent them all to voicemail, and haven't listened to a single one.
My fiance now has my phone, and I have hers. And I am at a complete loss. I know my fiance well enough to know that she's listening to those voice mails now. I confirmed the number is to where he supposedly works. But I am completely unsure.
She would like for me to call him, she knows what his last words to me were, so she says she understands if I don't call him. But she said that he is also remorseful, and for some reason I have been considering calling him for the last five hours.
Am I dead? because if I had to imagine purgatory, it would be a lot like this.