Well, things took a strange turn over this last week. I've also completely gone opposite most of the advice here, although I can sort of explain why (on the bottom).
So on Fri she had the day off, so we sat down to go over the final divorce paperwork. I was nervous about that day as I set the "deal" up so I'm pretty much protected, and probably getting the better deal. Worked it out so I'd keep the house, we'd agree to do a quit claim deed in the future, we'd keep all our own debts (I get the worse end of that by keeping the home equity loan) and then all I'd owe her is 105k for the remaining equity. I'd pay that out of my retirement, but she'd agree not to touch any further retirement accounts, and I'd agree not to go after income disparity (which would have gone in my favor). I do end up with the better deal as I'm keeping a home with a ton of equity and low payments in a neighborhood that averages much higher than what I'm paying now. She agreed and signed everything without any fuss.
So in passing I happened to mention how long it took me to do all the paperwork, looking up all the accounts, printing, driving to the court, etc. that it's been 6+ hours of my time. She offered to buy me dinner that night while she's out running errands with the SD. After we finished the paperwork, before I left to the courthouse, she brings up this big conversation about remaining friends. I reluctantly agreed, although when I said, "the affair makes it hard for me to make any promised" she absolutely freaked out and said I shouldn't call it that. Then she didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Anyways after the court trip (and her running errands and picking up dinner for all of us) we ended up having a "normal" family night, sitting down for dinner together and watching the latest episode of Falcon & Winter Soldier, as we were all caught up watching the previous episodes separately. It was weird, and bittersweet, to have a moment like that.
This "friend-fest" feeling between the two of us carries over into Sunday. SD ends up leaving to the bio-dad later that day. She has Monday off, so we end up having a game night, playing a card game we've played a lot together. Some bottles of wine and snacks get opened, and we're laughing and joking together like nothing is wrong. Both a little drunk (she more than me) and the conversation goes into keeping contact with people in her family, mainly keeping a relationship going with the SD. Then she brings up "gaming" together in the future, that's when I bring up the "affair" again and how that is sort of in the way of us being gaming buddies. Then all hell breaks loose.
For the next 2 1/2 hours we have THE conflict conversation. I'm crying a little, she's balling pretty much through the whole conversation. She's pretty much backed into a corner and I explain I know for a fact the affair was going on since Jan. She starts confessing she hates how much she hurt me, but that her and this guy have a "special connection". She agrees to answer any question I have and be completely honest. So I find out, she decided the marriage was over end of Jan, well into the online affair. She hasn't told anyone about her relationship with this guy, other than the SD. She doesn't have as many people "on her side" as I imagined, especially the MiL and FiL. I guess the MiL said some things to her that got her upset. As I've already had the FiL extend an offer to keep in contact, I feel as if I'm winning on that front.
So yeah I'm totally playing this wrong by going along with the "friendship" angle, but I have a couple of reasons for it, at least in my mind now. First off, it's a bit of an emotional tradeoff. I know I'm trading a few moments of pretending things are "normal" and enjoying her company for more pain down the road. But honestly this last month with her in the house has been such torture that I'm willing to make that trade a couple of times. The 2nd thing is that I feel as if I'm building up guilt-equity. The more I get her to enjoy being around me, the more I make her laugh and smile, I think the worse her guilt is going to be down the road. I know that really doesn't mean much in the grand scale of things, but I feel better about it. I feel like the more I am noble and kind, the more I show she's making a mistake...not because I'm hoping for R because that's pretty much impossible atm...but because I feel better making that case anyways.
I know I'm going to get posts telling me I'm doing everything all wrong, but I don't really care. I'm feeling better about the position I've put myself in now. Perhaps next month I'll feel the opposite. I'm back to the ignoring/avoiding her mode, and I suspect it will be like this going into the last week (next week) before move-out day. But I don't dread any more days leading up to May 2nd, these final days are just distraction days for me now. What I'm dreading is May 2nd, my first day in the house with her permanently gone. I'm both excited about the prospect but also worried I'm going to take an emotional turn for the worse.