I begin to deincarnate . . .


As our businesses grew our relationship began to deteriorate for reasons I couldn’t understand. Many marriages fall apart for seemingly inexplicable reasons, so nothing unusual about that. And communications can break down to the extent that talking is impossible.

And yet ours seemed so devoid of reason and so impossible to discuss, so far beyond anything I could even recognize as either personal or cultural misunderstanding, that I was bewildered.

1985

I tried to put it together with something; the Hindu ceremonies I had taken part in? The birth of the children?

Made's relationship with Sean and Brenden became increasingly tense. She didn't seem to enjoy being with them and wouldn't sit and read or play games with us in the evenings. She threw extravagant birthday parties for them, inviting all her friends, but even then she spent much more time with the friends than with her sons.

She went out night-clubbing, often coming home in the early morning hours. She was often out in the day, at the salon she said, although how often in a week does anyone need their hair done?

Made soon refused to continue going to California for two months every year in July and December so Sean and Brenden could see their grandparents—boring—and Made began to vacation on her own.

I was unaware at first, but one evening Sean brought up how they had played with 'Mr. Oak' while I was away. That's how I learned she was in the midst of a passionate affair with her lover, an Austrian customer of Uluwatu.

1985

From then on Made and I no longer lived in the same room, and our sex life was over because I was afraid of AIDs, but we stayed at the same house, and we agreed to get a divorce.

Terms of the divorce were more difficult. I did not want to commit to a divorce until we had an agreement about our children and assets. Made clearly did not want to be pinned down and frequently denied ever saying things we had already agreed to.

But in 2003 we finally decided how to split up the family and assets. There was no fight, we agreed we did not want issues, that the settlement was fair, and that we would write it down with witnesses to avoid further argument. Made said she would only sign it if not in Indonesia because in Indonesia we would have to use a Notaris and she did not want people finding out how much money was in her name. Also she had a friend who was a lawyer and he told her she should not call it a “contract,” just an agreement. I didn't care, all I wanted was something in black and white we could refer to when needed.

After we signed the agreement in Singapore, we began to divide the assets and share the children and build a second house for me, just a few hundred meters down Jalan Pengembak so the children could move back and forth. There were no problems.