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Wow, thank you all so much for you support. I means so much to me. Those of you still urging me to leave him… I don't know if I would survive that. You see, my entire life is based on this future I thought we were going to have, all I need is to sort out the COW.

And those of you saying I am a gold-digger after his money as he clearly has some, well so do I. We are independent of each other in the finances department. We share expenses and our own money is our own… we agree that when we marry it will remain like that. No big deal. He is just all about the big gestures… that he clearly tells COW about to she can sabotage us. He is so far in the FOG that he can't see the light at the end of the tunnel is her driving the incoming train.

So. Those of you who gave me some advice that actually made sense in my situation, thanks. Eleana666, i know i lost my temper. Yeah.

Jack texted me this morning, so I assume he got back from his romantic holiday with COW and wondered where I was all of a sudden. The text was asking me where I was. Um… duh… home? Like I said? But I didn't say it like that, I replied that I am here at home. My home.

Cue his confusion as he really thought I was living with him now.

This is when I had a sudden realization that I spend way too much time there, and maybe one or two nights a week here. I sort of have moved in I guess. But some clothes and personal items does not constitute moving in, I think Jack is over simplifying things. He does that. I think being raised by a narcissistic COW made him grow blinkers that will be hard to rip off.

He has asked me for a lunchtime date, if we can meet at our favorite restaurant for lunch and to talk things over. I feel like this is a breakthrough, I really think he had had a 'come to Jesus' moment and finally gets my point.

We shall see. I shall update you after the date to let you know what happened.

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UPDATE ONE

Well. OK. Those of you who told me were right. Yes. She WAS sitting there front and center with him, her face a picture s smugness as she watched me approaching the table. My disappointment must have shown my face because Jack leapt from his chair to gush and tell me COW wanted to apologize, she hadn't known. Blah Blah. Lie … lie… smug sneer over Jack's shoulder at me.. grrr.

I am not going to let her win so I sat and tried to act pleased to see her. This surprised her and sort of put her on the back foot for a moment of two and Jack asked me why I had left.

Really?

I explained that his mother had made it clear that I was not welcome, I felt like a spare wheel and like I didn't belong. Cue her gasping and pearl clutching again… man she can put on a show. Jack of course comforted her and gave me what can only be construed as a glare.

Well.

Then food arrived and I saw that they had already ordered their favorites and for a moment I thought Jack had forgotten me but my plate descended. Steamed haddock. I fucking hate fish. She smugly said she ordered for everyone to save time. Jack tucked right in without even commenting on my plate of swill.

I was not in the mood and I rose from my chair, glad I kept my cool as I opened my wallet and removed a couple of crisp 100s and flicked them on the table like this was MY idea to meet here and they were MY guests, then simply waltzed out, I even managed to flick the jacket off my chair without tipping it over.

I hope I flounced well enough to horrify the old bitch.

So I am back at work, hiding out back with the staff told to say I am not here, stewing.

The ring he gave me is twirling around my finger as I wonder if I am up for this. He is the love of my life, the only and I mean ONLY man to ever make me this soppy and mindless. Can I do this without him? Is there any hope for us at all?

Thanks for listening.

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UPDATE TWO

First of all, the outpouring of support on here is amazing, thanks so much and those of you who offered me somewhere to go if I need to hide out for a while… wow. You don't even know me. I could be an axe murderer or something. Thanks.

Anyway, onto the update.

I got home and found Jack on my doorstep with a lovely huge spray of flowers and a look of total sadness. Sort of like a kicked puppy. Apparently he had vented to his friends about my 'weird' reaction to his mother and they had ripped him a new one, pointing out the fact this was not me and her getting married, why was she there?

He had not thought about that and was apologizing for sort of… you know… indulging her.

I accepted the flowers and the chocolates that appeared from his pocket, kissed him and told him I still love him but the timeout period has begun. It was worth it to see the horror on his face.

I don't know what I mean by it any more than he does but ….well… I am going to commit.

I am not going to talk to him for the week, I will take seven whole days to myself… well… OK… six? Well…five at the least. Anyway, I am going to bed and I will update you what happens next.