Recent Incident cluster # 2: The phone smashing event and the library trip that never happened.
Although this incident was more recent than the last one I shared, I seem to have a blurrier memory of most of it for some reason. It’s important to talk about it though because I’m pretty sure it triggered or unveiled a resurgence of her mania.
For the record, she seems better tonight; mostly because I didn’t engage with her much, but she is clearly still not well. I feel like info sat down and tried to have a real conversation with her, she would snap on me.
I don’t know what day it was, but a few days back she was being moody after a few days of us getting along and growing closer. I’m pretty sure she became moody when I told her we need to log into the game she had been playing and delete the account. She didn’t want to delete it. Moreover she stated that if she had to delete it, she would like to transfer all her in game loot and gold to other players. That was a hard no from me because I have no idea who she was interacting with on there aside from her AP. When I was reading their Discord chat, it was clear that she was buying lots of gear and letting him use it. They were sharing an account so they could swap gear easily. I have evidence of her catfishing others on the same game and I am just never going to be cool with her "gifting" over $1000 of in game items to some person she may have been cheating on me with . Yea, it’s not happening and I want the account deleted for good. The real money is gone, there no real value there unless she’s trying to be friends with someone.
Long story short, she changed the topic but remained very mad at me.
The next day I remembered the Android phone that I found that I was unable to unlock. I had called several cell phone repair places and nobody was willing or able to bypass the lock on the phone so I was confident I couldn’t get into it.
I took a shower and decided I was going to tell her to unlock the phone so I could inspect it. She told me that she wanted to delete Discord of of it without letting me read the messages. She was willing to let me quickly scroll back through the chat log with the main AP to confirm that the new account was started on the day she got out of jail.
I had sort of agreed to that before when we were getting along, but that whole fiasco about that Barry guy and how she lied to me about him and then quickly never talked about him again… I was suspicious and had lost trust all over again. I told her I wanted to read the chats.
She was pissed off but she agreed to let me read them and said she’d leave the room and never talk to me again if I forced her to do that.
I asked her to unlock the phone and she did. She didn’t leave the room and instead she demanded I give her the phone back and got really hostile. I had flashbacks to when she assaulted me trying to get her phone the first night I caught her.
To her credit the Discord app that was on there had only one contact and one chat, and it was the main AP. The chat only went back to the date she got out of jail.
I wasn’t able to read all of the messages because she was freaking out and demanding to delete the account and the app.
From what I did see, it was a chat where she was trying to salvage the fantasy that she had going on before. She created some crazy backstory about a crazy ex boyfriend/baby daddy who I guess was also the husband in her child bride fantasy?
She was clearly modeling the character after me but everything was exaggerated and she was making up all kinds of lies. The saddest and most humiliating thing is how she repeats over and over about how I was some abusive and amount of control asshole who was hellbent on controlling her.
The fact is, all of this was able to happen because I was not controlling at all. I never checked her phone or monitored her communications. I never restricted her from doing anything or having any kinds of friends. I let her bring her mom to live with us. She had so much freedom to do whatever she wanted while she was with me.
All I ever did was encourage her to be her best self and so never lied to her about what I thought about some things, including some of her interests that I didn’t like.
I’ll emphasize one more time that I never stopped he from doing anything or controlled anything about her. I always viewed us as equal partners in a relationship. We may have had different roles, but I always viewed us as equal.
It was painful to see my wife of ten years blatantly luring about me like that. I would never have been able to do that to her.
At some point she freaked out and snatched the phone and frantically deleted the app. I got the phone back but I didn’t really know how to navigate it since it was android and she kept getting impatient with me and wanting it back and telling me nothing was on it.
I found old text messages from old friends years ago and there wasn’t much on the app I could find.
I’m sure if I had gone into the pictures and the notes app, I would have found more, but I honestly couldn’t find them under pressure.
At some point she walked to the other side of the room and kept bitching about me being in her phone. For whatever reason, I decided that I was done with the phone and I crumpled it into a ball and smashed it on a corner of the wall, shattering it into a million glass shards. My hands got glass splinters in them everywhere.
She let out a shriek from the depths of hell. She ran over to get the phone and I started to hand it to her… but by the time I had a second to realize what I had done, it was obvious that there was no saving it.
She screamed that there were irreplaceable photos of the family on the phone and ALL her PASSWORDS.
I was sad about the photos of our kids, but honestly we have plenty. If she cared about them so
Much she would have organized them and backed them up on the family hard drive or the cloud somewhere. She could have printed a huge stack of them for archiving.
I was kinda relieved about the passwords and secretly hope she lost all the passwords to the dummy email accounts she had been using to log into Discord and other apps that I probably don’t know about(yet).
Since the phone incident, she’s been really bloody and vindictive. Basically an incoherent and hostile mess.
We’ve had two major arguments that ended up with her sitting in her car for hours after doing everything possible to bait me into conflict and then grind me down into nothing.
I planned to take the kids (and her) to the public library immediately after work on Wednesday. I asked her to please leave work on time and come straight home so we could all go before the night got too long. She agreed. The kids were so excited to go to the library.
That afternoon, she just doesn’t come home on time. It usually takes 15 minutes to get home from work so if she leaves in time I can almost always expect her home around 5:15. I wait till around 5:45 and give her a call. She screams that’s she’s on her way and hangs up.
A few minutes later she comes blasting through the doors ready to bite MY head off. I ask her why she’s late. To be honest I’m not thinking about cheating or anything… I’m just upset that I promised the kids a library trip and now I’m gonna be out way later than I like in order to honor that.. she tells me about traffic and police cars and some huge square hole in the road or something. It was super defensive and seemed kind of over the top. She starts trying to Google the traffic on her phone but by that time I was already over the details and didn’t care.
I sit down.
She throws her phone at me and demands I check it. So I do. Immediately she acts like she regrets her choice.
I go into instagram randomly after not finding anything new elsewhere. I find that she spent the day at work following new account with half naked influencers with all kinds of raunchy photos. I asked her why she was following stuff like that and she flipped out.
She goes ballistic on me and tells me I’m not allowed in her Instagram. She repeatedly told me "I’m allowed to have Instagram" "I’m allowed to like whatever I want" "this is the real me!" Etc etc etc.
The fight lasts for the rest of the evening and at some point she storms off and says she sleepin in he car.
The first night I walked up to her car and asked her if she took her medicines and she hadn’t. She didn’t take her medicine until I told her I wanted to take he rbacknto the hospital.
The second night was more of the same craziness but no pill drama.
She woke up the next day (this morning) acting fine and very tolerant:
It’s a lot to put up with.