I did it simply because I have decided there must be an end to secrets, deception and manipulation. Everything on the table from here on.
He just sat there silently reading then he hunkered down and sat for a long while with his face in his hands, saying nothing.
Then he up and left.
I started folding laundry, stood in the utility room and tried to keep my mind blank.
He came home again 45 minutes later and called me out to the kitchen. He had his laptop and he said he was going to Skype with #2 and tell her he is giving her talaq. I asked him to give it more thought, because I felt I didn’t want to be the one pushing him to do this, but he said he’s done thinking. He said he wanted to Skype with her, and he wanted me to be there, to hear everything that was said.
So he Skyped her.
He told her he wanted a divorce. He said he understood that her situation is difficult, but he said that his infertility can be used as her public excuse to get a divorce – even in Arabic society nobody blames the woman if she divorces a husband who can’t father children. He told her she can keep the mahr – £ 50 000. He also said that he will agree to keep paying for her keep at his aunt’s for as long as she wishes.
And then the surprise: He told her that his father has agreed to act as her wali and try to find a new husband for her. He will vouch for the fact that my husband’s infertility is the cause of the divorce and he will use his contacts to try and find her a good husband in Oman, so she won’t have to go back to Yemen.
My husband must have been thinking about this for a long time, even planning for it. =0
#2 was crying and lamenting but in the end I think she felt that this is as good a deal as she’ll get. It’s a chance to be happy.
She was crying a lot and he was comforting her. It hurt a lot to hear them speak of how much they love each other, how much it hurts to see it end like this… 😦
And then he asked her to fetch his aunt and her friend to the computer. When they were there, he gave her talaq with the three of us as witnesses.
So here we are.
We made love last night and I went to sleep in his arms. But I woke up after a while and found him gone. He was sitting in the drawing room in front of the fire, crying his eyes out. He’d left as to not wake me up. I took him back to bed and held him until he fell asleep.
We haven’t mentioned it at all today. It feels a bit like walking on thin glass.
I feel so sorry for him. And you know, in a way I feel sorry for her too.