Life can be something…’ey?
December 5, 2009
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That “‘ey” is in honor of my Minnesota boyfriend. He doesn’t say it much, but Minnesota just reminds me of that “word”. I heard it a lot when I lived in upstate New York…way upstate…like 30 miles from Canada upstate.
Anyway, I wrote about Minnesota Dude in this post:
http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-chatting-with.html
The gist of it was that he “doesn’t say I love you because of how women change after you do say it”. Whatever…it didn’t bug me too much at first but the more I chewed on that particular piece of fat, the more it stuck in my craw.
When you stew on something like that long enough, the heavier stuff starts to stick to the bottom and then it burns just enough to ruin the whole stew. That’s a bitch for all concerned. It wasn’t as if I brought the subject up in the first place…apparently MN. Dude misunderstood something I said and the he just went off on that pleasant little topic and announced his premature edict.
Afterwards, I was climbing BACK up THAT emotional cliff all week and I had just about gotten back to the summit from which I jumped in the first place. The way I was headed, the weekend would have been spent pondering 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
Then, out of the blue, I get a phone call from the man who’s figured it all out and has a plan…Never I say ‘I love you!’.
Reeling from my most recent sprint back up to the precipice of loveless reality, I wasn’t ready for the phone call that I got at about 10 tonight. It was MN. Dude. I wondered if the tone of my voice gave away the thoughts that I was having…and second thoughts at that, the type that are tougher to hide…or at least it seems so.
And then as we were chatting, out of nowhere, I get the “I love you.”
I was quite taken aback, to say the least. I had no response because even though I could think of a myriad of things to say at that moment…not one of them was phone chat. Think about it, any reply at all, from a snappy comeback to a thoughtful acquiescence, would really be better given in person.
I might be able to get away with a long distance snappy comeback but it’s tough enough to know when I’m serious in person…I’d hate to take any chances over the phone.
The other day my ex Rick called to see how I was doing and he STILL maintains that he can’t tell when I’m kidding. I reminded him of how easy it was…if what I’m mad at is stupid, I’m kidding. If the issue has some gravity and it would make sense to be angry, then I’m not kidding. He STILL doesn’t get that one. Oh well, maybe someday he will.
So, a guy said he loved me tonight and I’m just jaded enough to wonder what he’s up to. I haven’t figured this one out at all, not a ‘taaaalllll! as Sheriff Taylor would say.
I can name two men who I know that I can say with almost 100% certainty have never cheated. I can say WITH 100% certainty that every single one of my husbands and a few of my boyfriends HAVE cheated on me. And then, to make matters worse, a great guy like Tiger Woods turns out not to be so great after all. It’s like some sort of omen going on here!
But I’m gonna really try hard not to make MN. Dude pay for the mistakes made by other men. And WHATEVER I feel tonight, alone here in my apartment…I’m quite sure that, good or bad, I’ll feel quite a bit different when I’m with MN. Dude…after all, I happen to LIKE back hair!
How do you trust after betrayal?
October 23, 2009
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Hi….my husband cheated on the internet….he says it does not mean anything…but my world has fallen apart….we are back together….but how do i ever trust again….on your blog you went through something similar….maybe you can give me some advice….
Thanx
I’ll do my best but that might lead to more confusion. Anyway, I wish someone would have spoken to me about it but I didn’t know a soul to ask for advice. First let me offer my deepest and most empathetic, “I hear ya girl!” and now I’ll see what I can do with your situation.
First of all, whether he cheated online or in person, the fact is that your trust has been compromised and the pain you fell is valid. People might tell you things like, “Men will be men.” or “They all play online, it doesn’t mean anything.” For some reason people tend to belittle your feelings and minimize what the dishonest person did. Do NOT allow yourself to feel badly for feeling badly. It is what it is, you’re hurt, you’ve been deceived and the sanctity of your marriage vows have been cracked to the core. Trust your own feelings, if you feel hurt, you are. If you feel as though your husband betrayed you, he did. NEVER let anyone tell you differently or make you feel as though you did anything to contribute to your hurt feelings. That’s tough for most women by itself, add the efforts of a bit of a manipulator and before you know it, the deception was somehow your fault. Do NOT fall into that trap.
Next, make a decision while you have control over the situation.. If a marriage is going to end, do your best to end it on your own terms or else you will end up blindsided and reacting to the decisions made by someone else. That is NEVER a good thing.
If you decide to stay with your husband, make a reasonable plan. Tell him what you expect, honesty is a good start. Have a calm and serious discussion about what you want out of a marriage. Tell him in no unclear terms exactly what betrayal means so far as YOUR marriage is concerned. For example, if you feel betrayed when he looks at Internet porn, tell him so. Tell him that he has the option of disagreeing and leaving, but if he wants to stay married to you, he must avoid doing things that make you feel betrayed. Tell him what you are willing to do for him and ask him if there is anything that you can do differently to make him happy. That doesn’t mean that you did anything wrong in the first place, it just means that you’re willing to work hard to keep your marriage together. Set a goal for when you will be able to trust him again. I tried telling my ex to refrain from lying for one year and I would do my best not to act like a jealous fool. The problem was, he could never go for a year without lying. But, if he had been, he might have been able to earn my trust again. We’ll never know because he never did it, but if you’re lucky, your husband will try to earn your trust and you will see his efforts and begin to trust him again.
If you see that he IS trying, try to let him know that you’ve noticed and that you appreciate it. If you find yourself unable to trust him no matter what he does, I suggest that you get counseling, either for the two of you or just for yourself.
Probably the most important advice that I can give any woman is to take care of yourself. Go back to school, take up a hobby that you’ve given up or just take on a new hobby. Do something that is just for you. Make yourself a better person for you, your family and for your husband. The effects of doing that have unlimited potential toward making your marriage better, your life healthier and your self esteem greater. There is absolutely NO downside to that last piece of advice and as I said, unlimited potential exists for you to be happier, healthier and much more successful in life.
What would you do?
September 18, 2009
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Good morning!
I’ve slept on my anger and let it go away. Now I’m back in a funny mood so it’s all good. BUT…I have decided…for a plethora of reasons…to make a huge change in my plans.
To that end, I’ve been taking roads that I had never considered navigating. One of the turns has me asking my most recent ex husband to consider a one time payment of the balance of my alimony that would benefit both him and myself.
I’m not happy about that and I may still yet back out if negotiations should downhill and it looks like it won’t be worth it to me. I made a fair offer, I assure you. It was so fair that he jumped on it. But, should he get in the mood to haggle, I’ll push away from that particular table. My plan will not change, I’ll simply have to set course on a different road. By the way, all roads lead to Chicago.
All I wanted to do was to be with my daughter and my ex husband has done a number on her while she is in a particularly pliable condition. That’s all I can say without breaking confidentiality but trust me, I wanted to be with my daughter to help her through it. Now that the little Italian wart dude has manipulated my daughter in the way he has…I can safely say that he has attacked my very last vulnerability and like Aragon in ‘Lord of the Rings, I have decided to ride out amongst the Orks and meet Sauron’s army head on.
That translates into a move to Chicago. This decision was not made without careful consideration. I had to list some pros and cons to be sure that I was doing the right thing so I did.
MOVE TO CHICAGO: PROS
1. All of my children make NUMEROUS trips to Chicago and I have enough of short, round and bald’s family members who would keep me abreast of when the kids were there if no one else did. That’s a guarantee to see them on holidays.
2. I have friends and family in Chicago, I know the city and it IS my home after all.
3. This would drive my PERFIDIOUS, DUPLICITOUS AND SURREPTITIOUS INVERTEBRATE of an ex-husband, not to mention his corpulent, addlepate miscreant cohort absolutely BONKERS!
4. I LOVE Chicago in the springtime!
5. CUBS GAME AT WRIGLEY!
6. I don’t discuss the Sears Tower much in Atlanta but I would think that in Chicago, there would be a LOT of opportunities to, in protest, continue to refer to the tallest building in the country as “The Sears Tower”.
7. If I asked for directions to a guitar shop, I will not be sent to a “gud tar shop”.
8. Many, many more men in Chi-Town…and they are men of some quality. (And I already know where a few of them are. 
9. EXCELLENT radio stations.
10. One word…OPRAH. My antics could keep her busy for a weeks worth of shows.
11. Other “First Wife’s” will live vicariously through me as they watch me leave my exile in Georgia and move alarmingly close to my bully of a cheating ex and his freak of the fenales. Other “First Wives” (and some husbands as well!) will understand the havoc wreaked upon an emotional terrorist when the terror victim decides to say, “Let’s ROLL!”
12. Chicago has some of the best museums in the world and I ADORE museums.
13. Vienna Beef
14. I want to stare at the Bean some more.
15. Many more sailboats and a lake so big that you sail away from the glaring eyes of the people on the land. Lake Lanier is nice, but if I fell out at any spot on it, I could easily breaststroke to the shore.
16. SNOW! I may eventually get sick of it, but it will take a few Chicago winters.
17. I won’t miss my next class reunion.
18. This move may send my ex to Georgia…need I say more?
19. MANY opportunities to run into my short ex and his freakishly tall cohort.
20. I’ll be ever so much closer to the REAL Acorn money.
CONS:
1. I’ll need more xanax.
2. Oh yeah, I’ll need a winter coat, gloves, a scarf, ear muffs, boots and those cool hand warmer things that you can also stick in your shoes.
3. After decades of a failing “live and let live” strategy, I’ll have to get closer to my attackers. (But, I think this is also a good thing as those 2 are good at long distance attacks but they suck at defending their own back yard.)
So, what do you guys think? Any constructive suggestions will most assuredly be considered. Also, if you’d really like to see me stick it to an ex who has left me no others coices, let me know. I can use all the help I can get.
Now, all I have to do is get there.
:):)
Hey…Bug Man
September 17, 2009
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For DECADES, I’ve been held hostage by a socially insane little bug killer man who sits around his house with a wash cloth on his head to keep the hairs from falling out. The Iranians got nothin’ on this leech…he feeds on my emotional tears and he isn’t ready to die so he MUST continue to evoke those suckers.
That’s OK…like Rick, this shithead of massive proportions has done something that you should NEVER to do a perceived enemy, he left me with nothing to lose. As this blog nears it’s wooden anniversary, I can tell you that I’m nothing if not persisent, consistent and downright tenacious when I’m cornered.
Guess what?
I’m in a corner and I just figured out that I’m pretty much alone in it so what the hell? Thinking about having no one else to worry about other than myself, I suddenly feel a great deal freer.
To the Bug Man…Mark Colletti of Addison, Illinois, and his vermin queen…what’s her name…kiss my ass…and one more thing, I come out of corners swinging.
Try me, I just might!
September 6, 2009
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No matter how bad life gets I can always see the humor in it. Actually, I suspect that the bad stuff evokes much more humor than good stuff does. That’s why my Twitter Tweets (http://twitter.com/MariettaMeg) are so much better than are Paris Hilton’s (http://twitter.com/parishilton).
There’s not much funny stuff happening on a gondola in Venice, but an Alzheimer’s ridden old man in Tampa can be pretty damned amusing. My father actually scolds me for being redundant. He’s pushing 80 so there isn’t much that I can do. I wanted to borrow some money from him but what kind of creep would borrow money from a man who would forget the transaction within 10 minutes? Damn these scruples!
I do need cash badly…that’s a fact. I need to get to my daughter ASAP and for some reason, she lives in LA. I’ve tried just about everything that I could think of but nothing seems to be working. So, just in case anyone out there is interested, here is a list of things that I would to do get to LA:
1. Have a Ménage à trois with Larry King and Bill O’Reilly.
2. Walk up to Perez Hilton and smack him in his nasty little puss.
3. Wear a burqa with a sign around my neck that says, “I’m Naked Under This Thing!” and walk through Baghdad.
4. Tickle random men walking down the street.
5. Drag Mark Sanford out of the South Carolina capital building all by myself.
6. Grab the pen from Bob Dole’s right hand and run away laughing.
7. Offer relief to all men suffering from one of those Viagra induced 4 hour erections.
8. Taunt Angelina Jolie for an indefinite period of time.
9. Stand in the middle of Boston and make Ted Kennedy jokes.
10. Salt my ass and moon a bunch of deer.
Of course, I have my standards so here are things that I wouldn’t do:
1. Get a nipple piercing.
2. Watch an NFL game as long as Mike Vick is in the league.
3. Sleep with Michael Moore.
4. Agree with Nancy Pelosi.
5. Marry another man who leaves skidmarks in his jockeys.
6. Drink decaffeinated coffee, non-alcoholic beer or Diet Pepsi.
7. Sit through any movie that has “Part Three” in the name.
8. Bring a date to a La Leche League meeting.
9. Hike near the border of any country that’s name ends with STAN.
10. Pay more than twenty bucks for a purse.
OK then, if any of that helps you in your decision to help me, giddy up. I need to leave soon so don’t dawdle.
Lies and other stupid crap my Italian-ex told me
September 3, 2009
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1. “My entire family has been in the mob ever since my uncle was a Consigliere for Al Capone.”
2. “Read the Bible…men are allowed to cheat but women are NOT!”
3. “I can’t tell you where I’m going tonight, it’s business…you know what I mean.”
4. “Go help the women do the dishes, only the men play poker after Thanksgiving Dinner.”
5. “I don’t know why it bothers you…YOU’RE my wife…she’s just a whore.”
6. “No…it’s not a hickey. I was playing football and some guy put a mean spin on the ball and it hit me in the neck.”
7. “The football story was a lie, you’re right. But I didn’t think you would believe the truth.”
8. “The truth is that this guy at work grabbed my neck, twisted the skin and wouldn’t let go.”
9. “OK, you’re right, that makes no sense. It’s just a grease burn. I don’t know why I bothered lying to you before. It was stupid of me when the truth was so innocent and I’m sorry. I really let MYSELF down this time.”
10. “Oh…the fur on the passenger seat…I picked up a 13 year old hitch-hiker. I couldn’t let anything bad happen to her so I took it upon MYSELF to see that she got home safely. Wouldn’t you want someone to help OUR kids? But you’re not thinking about that! Instead, you’re just using a good deed to find a reason to start a fight. I have to get out of the house now. I’ll be back when I’m not so angry at you.”
11. “Face your belly the other way, I can’t sleep with that baby kicking me in the back.”
12. “You should be more like my mother, she has no aspirations whatsoever.”
13. “Did you see the way she was dressed? She deserved to get raped.”
14. “There…you made me throw a big bowl of chili on the wall! Are you happy now?”
15. “Why are you putting on make-up? We’re only going to the race track!”
16. “My theme song is The Wanderer…you KNEW that when we met!”
17. “What do you mean by my “crotch smells like fish”?
18. “Girls tell me I look like [a 70's] John Travolta.”
19. “I know we just met tonight…but could I touch your breasts?”
20. “No…I’m NOT a bad dancer, you just can’t keep up.”
Tell Kate’s hubby he’s STILL married
September 1, 2009
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Spineless coward Jon Gosselin has official Twitter addy:
20 signs your spouse is a lying cheat
August 28, 2009
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Tapping your inner strength can be a daunting undertaking but it occurs to me that all I have to do is NOT be a chicken shit like my ex. I need to remember that what separates that lying SOB from the decent humans is, when it becomes hard to tell the truth, he lies and I don’t. I guess he thinks like a two year old, “If I lie to you and then walk away, you won’t see my lying self.”
That’s not a bit true, is it? After someone lies to you, you’re still there, thinking about what a LIAR you just spoke to. Then, every time anyone asks you about the liar, all you have to say is that he’s a liar. Non-liars know what that means. It means that you can’t be trusted. At all. Ever. Period.
People always say that my ex was so “sweet”…and I guess he was. But that’s only because it’s easy to be sweet around other people but it’s not always easy to be honest around them.
That’s actually a scary thought because it implies that sweet people are, by definition, dishonest and that’s not necessarily true. Think of it like this…dishonest people are almost always sweet, but sweet people aren’t always dishonest. That knowledge won’t always save the day but it’s one of those concepts that people should really be aware of.
I like thinking of different things I’ve encountered in my life…not my ex…but other stupid crap. Sometimes a thought will make me cringe but then again, so do most of my husbands. And since I’ve noticed that we don’t experience life in a vacuum…or anything LIKE it…I like to remind myself that I’m NOT the only one who spills Kool-Aid on the carpet before the Rug Doctor gets back to the grocery store. I’m NOT the only person who ever married a Liar Extraordinaire…other people have slammed their car trunks shut while simultaneously staring at the key’s next to the spare tire and as weird as it may sound, I imagine that someone else has wondered what a booger tastes like.
Keeping all of this in mind…I have decided to begin a new feature called Lists. I am going to list stuff. It won’t be all Type A personality lists, it’ll be lists of stuff I think most people can relate to. This could be fun or it could be like when I was doing stand-up and I became obsessed with making a joke out of Monkey Pox. Everything I tried fell flat and this very well may do the same thing. I don’t know and I’m not sure I care. I enjoy doing this stuff and I’m the only one here…except for the fugitive that I’m harboring…but I’m rather comfortable being myself around him. (That…and that ALONE is the reason that I can’t turn him in to the local law enforcement agencies who don’t seem to have noticed that we are hiding from them. They’ll figure it out sooner or later, they always do.)
Anyway, today’s list is going to be a list of SIGNS THAT YOUR SPOUSE IS A LYING CHEAT:
1. Forget lipstick on his collar…mistresses of today leave lipstick on his underpants.
2. You see so much of his back in bed that you begin to see constellations in his freckles.
3. If he brings you a dozen roses, one is missing.
4. They actually CARE about how they look. Mine began a habit of daily oral hygiene which told me that I could no longer deny the reality staring me in my face.
5. There’s a mixed CD in your car full of random country music songs labeled in your spouses handwriting.
6. Trust yourself. If they create a branch of law enforcement patterned after YOUR efforts, you probably have a liar. I’m responsible for a lot of today’s forensic knowledge, I even created the science of fiber analysis all by myself.
7. A job that used to require your spouse to spend 12 minutes a day speaking on the phone suddenly requires HOURS of phone time and busy signals.
8. The person who spent 17 years loaning you a razor all of a sudden gets annoyed at the “rough blade” you left after you used it.
9. For some reason, bathroom activities that were once shared are now individual events.
10. The receipts in the car from “his” lunch switch from Whoppers to Fruit Smoothie’s.
11. I know it takes some serious chutzpah, but some cheaters actually begin to ask YOU for your opinion on their hair.
12. The guy who used to make you account for every move you made suddenly becomes aware of “how silly that is”.
13. This is a subtle one so you have to look for it…but they also stop making fun plans that include you any more than a week or so ahead of time.
14. The man who once told you that you were his soul mate begins to complain about cobwebs you didn’t even think he was aware of.
15. Your “cute hairs” in the hairbrush become “DISGUSTING, FILTHY LITTLE SUCKERS!”
16. Here’s an easy one…if a wife has to ask TWICE for sex, the husband is absolutely screwing someone else.
17. A man switches from jockeys to boxers…or boxers to jockeys.
18. The liar will admit to doing something REALLY bad…because the truth is so hideous the lie looks good in comparison.
19. Cheaters seem to dislike their in-laws more than they did before they cheated.
20. A man will either:
A. Suddenly learn to wipe his ass
or
B. Stop apologizing for the skid marks.
Mine chose option B, he was nothing if not disgusting.
Now I’m really sad
August 26, 2009
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Not much can get to me, but if you really wanted to do it, there is one way.
I didn’t mind the brain surgery so much, the pain is a distant memory and my hair has grown back. The gall bladder surgery was a walk in the park and cervical cancer was a walk in a bad neighborhood. Parathyroid cancer was a bit of a fright and when my husband screwed another chick in the middle of it, I really didn’t think I would survive at all but I did. Luckily, neither the cancer nor my husband ever came back. The stroke I had two years ago wasn’t so bad, like the seizure I had in May, I wasn’t aware of it anyway. Multiple sclerosis isn’t so bad this early in the illness and I doubt that I’ll live to see it ravage my body as it has been known to do. The kids flew the nest and I replaced them with hideous young people who trashed my house and irritated the heck out of me. I can’t work as a nurse until I’ve been seizure free for 6 months and I don’t know how to do anything else. I don’t have medical insurance much less dental insurance and the other day a pretty high profile tooth broke right out of my head. I actually felt lucky when I found a dentist who said that he would fix the tooth in exchange for my beloved Beatle collection.
Through all of my annoying life experiences, there has only been one friend who has never left my side. He’s been a shoulder to cry on, a buddy to play with and my guardian angel. This morning when I woke up there was a note on my door from Cobb County Animal Control saying that he bit someone. It doesn’t say who, where, when or how a dog that is never out of a fenced yard or off a leash could have possibly done that but it does say that he needs to be quarantined for 10 days…either at their place or with a veterinarian of my own choosing. I don’t have the money to board myself, I sure as heck don’t have the money to board my dog. The letter said that he won’t be given back to me until I pay for the boarding fees and I don’t have a clue how much that will be.
There is very little that can get to me…but I gotta tell ya…this has done it.
Men can be a serious task, you know?
August 9, 2009
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The more I date, the more of a chore it gets to be but for some reason, I find it necessary to work like an idiot in hopes of meeting that ONE guy who I don’t want to push out of a speeding car. That guy has eluded me thus far but in the meantime, I’m honing my Bitch Skills in the hopes of shortening my association with nit wits. I recognize them easily enough…but it takes a bit to get rid of them once I get wind of any challenges, intellectual or social, that a man might harbor.
What I find fascinating is the propensity that so many men have for playing silly games that serve no purpose other than to sap my strength and kill my buzz. I don’t even think that they realize they’re doing it yet they do it with amazing predictability. Consider this discussion:
HE: I need to tell you something about myself…
ME: No, you don’t, not while I’m watching this movie.
HE: Whoa! You’re so defensive, how did you get that way?
ME: I’m not defensive, I’m watching Cinderella Man.
HE: I think you should look inside of yourself and see if you don’t see any defensive attitudes that you aren’t aware of.
ME: No, it would be easier for you not to be rude than it would for me to get psycho-analysed.
HE: You don’t think that’s defensive?
ME: Nope. I’m pretty sure it was OFFensive.
HE: See? You’re so angry!
ME: Not at all, I’m simply trying to watch the movie.
HE: Ooh, that’s cold. I’m trying to have a meaningful conversation with you and you’re running away from it.
ME: Get the fuck outta my house.
I should know better than to trust any of the yahoos that say, “Look…your dog likes me!” For some reason, guys think that they can worm their way into my good graces by attaching undue significance to the fact that my dog didn’t bite them in the face. He’s a good dog…he’ll be nice to anyone who’s nice to me. That does NOT mean we’re engaged…it means that I haven’t uttered the secret word that will make him attack.
So….I’m free of that crap today…but I couldn’t say that last night. I ran into some friend of my son’s who wanted to “finally tell me how he really” felt. That was mega-uncomfortable because ordinarily, I would laugh in the face of someone who said such stuff, assuming that he was after an relatively unearned piece of ass. But I think this guy was serious so that gave me pause when I considered the string of wisecracks that I could have made.
But…before long, the same old testosterone induced manipulation reminded me that even men who really, really “like” a woman will…almost always:
A. manipulate them as much as they would a piece of ass chick
B. underestimate women in general
C. state that they “hate game playing” and then, when you tell him what’s bothering you, in a uniquely male demarche, list all the reasons why YOU are to blame for any and all of HIS shortcomings
That last trick is designed to shut a woman up. Whether or not a man knows he’s doing it, this conversation, or something like it, takes place every day between couples:
SHE: You know, I wanted to tell you that as much as I love you, it bothers me when you leave the bathroom sink all funky everyday…I don’t want to see your toothpaste spit and whiskers first thing in the morning. Would you mind rinsing the sink for me?
HE: I would but because of your chosen “standard of living”, I have to wake up at 7 AM every morning and work HARD to pay the bills. I don’t get enough sleep so when I DO drag myself out of bed to get ready for ANOTHER day of drudgery at the office, I have to worry about her majesty being annoyed by a few of my MOUSTACHE HAIRS? Are you kidding me!? While you’re SLEEPING in and living the Life of Riley, I’m supposed to do YOUR job and clean the bathroom? Should I do the laundry before I leave too? I can do that if I wake up at FOUR AM…is that what you want? Do you want me to wake up THREE HOURS early and do the laundry for you while you lay around in bed? Should I do that?
SHE: Never mind. I must have been insane. You’re right, I’m an ungrateful wench. I’ll use the other bathroom when I have morning sickness from now on.
HE: See that you do.
A wise women sees that tact for what it is, a method used by one person to verbally gag another person. Unfortunately…too many walk away feeling like they DID do something wrong after a barrage like that.
My ex was GREAT at that game. I only fell for it because I loved him. I don’t like other people enough to deal with such BS so I pretty much take a hike when I notice it. THAT’S what makes dating a chore. Sigh.
