"How wrong can I be before I am right?"
"Tears Before Bedtime" Elvis Costello
I got tired of worrying tonight. At the end of a long phone call, I asked if there was still something that we needed to talk about from Tuesday's counseling appointment.
First, she did not even remember saying that we had to discuss something. After much thought, and some prompting, she came up with an explanation. The new gurl I spoke with at length at my last meeting shares my wife's counselor. We talked about this fact at the meeting. The counselor told my wife that I had been very helpful to her other client, my new friend. THIS is what she couldn't talk about Tuesday?!? Why on earth could this simple story not be shared then?
Okay, deep breath.
I told my wife that my belly had been hurting for two days wondering about this. She apologized. I'm going to tell her not to throw that loaded phrase around with impunity in the future. Glad it was nothing, but communication is definitely not our bailiwick.
Oh, and last night, I finally shed the pajama bottoms I've been wearing during my glorious four months of bareness. I've been wearing them in order to shield the missus from the offensive sight and sensations of my hairless legs. Now the hair is past the stubble phase, so I can go back to sleeping in the raw, like God intended. I'm holding out hope of being "rewarded" soon. Woohoo!
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Yippee, Leslie Ann! Leg hair! You are sooo fortunate it decided to grow back!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, your last post concerned me. Glad to hear everything is ok.
Honey, your situation MAY be far removed from what I went through, but it sounds oh, so familiar. Like Deja Vu all over again. The final 5 years of marriage where laden with "we need to talks" and "you need to..." problems piled in my lap by the hundreds. When I would follow up on these...many times, she hadn't a clue what I was talking about. Although I knew she had mental illness, I began to question my own sanity. My stomach was always in knots and I would cringe everytime I heard her voice...because I knew what was coming. Now that she's gone, I have peace of mind again, but even now when when her name is mentioned or she calls my son, I cringe and my stomach turns to a knot. Guess we really are condition/response animals. Psychological damage I am sure, but I'll recover....in time.
ReplyDeleteIf you suspect her behavior is rooted in fantasy rather than reality, you have to separate yourself from that and not be drawn into a fantasy world. It will destroy you. Walk softly and Godspeed to ya girl.
Peace out, <3 Tina