RE: heater hoses
I hope it works out for you.....I truly do. I hate to see a marriage end, so much pain and angst. I have my doubts, though. Here's why:
In 1993, I met a woman through a student of mine in an EMT class I was teaching. She was great, had two kids from a previous marriage, and truly seemed to be in need of someone to help her get back on her feet from the previous divorce. We married in December of '96. My first sign should have been in the few months prior to our marriage when I found out she had been married not once, but three times before. Her latest ex came to visit (actually, I came to visit after class one day and found that he had slept "on the couch" the night before because he was too drunk to drive). BIG SIGN!! I missed it. His visits then became regular, whether I was there or not, even to the point of taking her and the kids (from the marriage before him) out to lavish dinners and movies and skating and bowling, etc. while I was in paramedic class. She said they were still close friends, and she only divorced him because of his drinking problem. Ok....I missed that sign too. The day we got married, she looked wonderful. She also looked very nervous as she stumbled coming up the aisle. She seemed to be in a daze of happiness, her eyes were sorta glassed over and had a distant stare...until she stood next to me and I could smell the alcohol....another sign, but I caught that one. Later she told me she had to have a shot just to calm her nerves to get through the ceremony. I found an empty fifth of scotch in the kitchen trash after the ceremony. Yeah, she'd been a drinker since I met her, but only beer...a lot of beer. Shoulda seen that sign plastered all over the empty beer cartons in the trash can, right? After the wedding, I found out how much she really drank: up to a case and a half of beer a night, sometimes all the way up to 4 or 5am when she had to be at work at 8am. Of course, when I'd mention it, it always turned into a huge brawl. I drank, too....a couple of beers a night. No, I'm not against drinking...only against drinking to excess...constantly. Back to the ex....he still came over, even after we were married, and would blatantly flirt with her right in front of me, telling her she needed to come back to him. After I kicked him out on his arse one night and told her I didn't want him back over, she said he was just playing around, teasing me. Bullsquat. So, when I'd go to work (I worked nights in the ER), she'd go see him at his place and drink the night away. Then she'd drive 45 miles home drunk. One night, I came home early because I'd been beaten pretty badly by a drunk in the ER. She showed up around 2:30am with the kids, drunk and stumbling (yeah, it was also a school night for the kids, ages 10 and 12). So, of course we had another huge fight where she swore she only needed some company while I was at work and didn't have any feelings for him anymore, he was just a friend, and loved me and only me. I fell for it....until the next day when I started talking to her daughter. She asked about the fight her mom and I had the night before. But, before I could tell her what it was about, she spilled the beans. She said her mom made her swear not to tell, but she had to. Seems that her mom and "Matt" spent about an hour in the bedroom with the door closed while the kids were watching TV. When they came out, her shirt was buttoned crooked, her hair all messed up, and his pants were half undone. I was floored. When she got home from work, I asked her about it. She started crying, but said it wasn't anything, they were just talking. His mom was ill, and she was trying to comfort him. I hammered her some more, and she swore it wasn't anything. A few months later, after several more times of her sneaking off to drink with him (even though she didn't have any money because of all the bills and bankruptcy, she still had plenty of booze at home), I finally decided to do something about it. We had a mutual friend that was about as unbiased as anyone I could find, so I told him the story. He talked to her about it, making her think it was just conversation and I had nothing to do with it. I found out through him that she was doing "favors" for her ex in return for money to buy booze! When she got home from work that night, all of her clothes were on the porch in suitcases. The kids were in Michigan for the summer with their dad, and I was kicking her arse out. I told her I had already filed for divorce and didn't want to see her again before the case came to court. Side note: I had tried several times to get counseling for her for her drinking but she always accused me of "attacking her fun" and taking away her "only reprieve from the stress" of work and the kids. I had also tried to get both of us into marriage counseling, but again she refused, saying the problems were all in my head and that it was just another ploy to get her to stop drinking. So, she left. 30 minutes later, she came back bawling and begging me for another chance, swearing on her mother's grave (she was still alive) and the Bible (she'd never read it) that she'd change, that she'd do anything to save our marriage, that she loved me with all of her heart and always would. Dumbass me took her back...on one condition: she was not to see Matt again, nor was she to drink anymore. She swore she wouldn't do either, and then made me pay for it. For instance, we had a barbeque for some friends from work, and some of them brought beer with them. One offered her a beer, and she rather loudly stated in a hateful tone that she'd "get divorced if she drank again". She did pretty well at not drinking (or at least at hiding it) for several months....until one evening in September I came home early again from work and found her packing her car with a couple of cases of beer and the kids. She told me she was taking them to a friend's house and would be back in an hour to "talk things over" with me. Well, 4 hours later, I called the cell phone and credit card companies and reported them all stolen. That was Friday night. Monday morning I called the attorney to have him go ahead and serve the divorce papers we'd written a few months earlier. Tuesday morning, I was served with divorce papers from her attorney. I checked my bank account and was missing $15,000. She took that, a telephone, the clothes on her and her kids' back, a bottle of mustard, ketchup, and a loaf of bread (as far as I could tell, that was it) and left.....to go live with Matt again. She had planned and saved and plotted and schemed for those 3 months from when I first told her I wanted a divorce and she talked me out of it until that night, then she struck with a vengeance. Of course, I had a horrible attorney (also a drunk) and I ended up losing the $15,000 plus I had to pay all of the bills that were overdue from before she left (I thought she had been paying them with the money I was depositing in her account, but instead she was using it to buy more booze and saving for her attorney fees....unless she was knobbing him to pay them, too), and she got away with pretty much everything else except the house and two cars. Some of the things she said she wanted in the divorce I had moved to my brother's house for safe keeping. I told the judge I had to sell them to pay the bills she stuck me with. When she came to get the rest of her stuff, all of it was back in the house (which really pissed her off). "I thought you said you sold that!?!?" Well, yeah, I did...but I bought it back again!
Sorry to ramble on, but someone (me) needed to hear that again. I just hope that's not what's going through her head right now.....be very, very sure before you take her back and trust her again. Once more, I do hope she's serious and your marriage continues to be happy...but just be very careful about trusting her. I'm remarried now (had my first date with Sunshine 8 hours after my divorce was final ) and I've never been happier. Life does go on, and sometimes it's even better than before!
One last note: When I got my cell phone bill after the Wicked Witch of the West left me and took the two evil Step-Demons with her, there was a note about the night I reported her phone stolen. It said that service was interrupted during a call to 316-283-xxxx as soon as the theft report was logged......Matt's phone number!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! Perfect timing!!!!!!