proactive tl;dr: Some dude that confessed about a crappy marriage finally got divorced and hooked up with some work chick. She goes on vacation, finds new dick.
OK so this is a followup! Back in June I wrote about my miserable marriage and how I was going to leave, and I did! So after a express-lane divorce and a small fortune, here I am single (it was totally worth it, anybody in doubt: just do it) A while back I had opened up to a co-worker about it, well right after I got divorced we were out one night and one thing led to another... and you know. We had unprotected sex a lot of times and we both knew she might get pregnant, ridiculously enough neither of us seemed to care. She's just hit 34 and she kept thinking it was going to be her last chance to have a healthy baby, a divorcee herself and always been very career-driven. I had always wanted kids of course but rationally looking at it, the whole situation was ridiculous - I'd known her for less than 6 months and we'd started our relation basically minutes before, but damn this woman. She's stunning, intelligent, went to a top university, won a bunch of awards in her field, the kind of person you dream about being with, basically. I couldn't (and still can't) think of anyone I'd rather have kids with.
Still, she wasn't perfect of course, she was clearly very spoilt her whole life and had a fairly big disconnect with people outside of her world, obsessive compulsive about many strange things so being at her apartment was like walking on eggshells, had strong views on everything and would steamroll her way through debates (one time we went to a restaurant and she said "you know what, we're ordering this" I just laughed and said ok, but damn) Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, god knows I'm not perfect but I just have to include these details so you get the full picture (and to remind myself). Anyway, the dice had been rolled but I guess it just wasn't to be, she didn't get pregnant. Even so, she kept telling me she loved me and she still wanted us to make a future together and though I tried to fight it I just got sucked right in, I was crazy about her. 3-4 weeks later when her period had been and gone we both getting a bit more grounded in reality. We started using condoms trying to start again as a normal couple, and then I had the painful experience of watching us drift apart.
She'd find it hard to sleep when I was there and started putting on weight from all the eating-out, and this would really get her down, which then started affecting her work. I would try and do what I could to help but we both knew, it was something she had to deal with and all I could do was be patient and pray for the best. She had arranged a family holiday previously and before she left we went out for coffee and she told me about her concerns. We talked it out and things seemed positive, we agreed to keep working at it. While she was away on holiday I got a message from her (it would have been about 4am her time) saying it wasn't going to work out. It was a 3-page rambling diatribe accusing me of taking advantage of her and all sorts of crazy things. I couldn't believe it - it was like it was written by a different person, I was completely gutted. I know it's easy to go "poor me, poor me" but I had literally just got divorced, I was basically a shambling sack of uncurtailed emotions when we got together. I was very malleable and she had a huge impact on me, she meant the world to me. I sent her a reply, I was just sad and confused and but never got a reply. I knew it was over of course but stubbornly held on to the faint hope that she'd change her mind for a week or two, but she just stopped communicating with me completely (except for awkward encounters at work) and I did the same, I was pretty mad about the whole situation.
A while later she broke the silence via text, and the ensuring exchange got pretty heated and we both said some pretty unpleasant things. Eventually she called me and we both agreed that things had got out of hand, we agreed to meet up and she would give me the stuff I'd left at her place. The meeting was very calm and civilized, we both just reflected sadly on the situation. I didn't really probe for hows and whys, it wouldn't have made a difference and I didn't want things to escalate. We had both agreed from the outset to keep it a secret from the other office people (the gossip about my divorce was already bad enough, I really didn't want it to get worse) and this would continue. We parted as friends but I'm sorry to say as soon as I'd gone into the station and out of site, I was crying like a baby.
So I'm back to square one. No girlfriend and no money but who knows the future will bring?
tl;dr - I got divorced and had a relationship with the hottest person in the office (it's a big office) - and nobody will ever know.