Please do come beat the crap out of H, and bring by a gallon of milk while you're about it (Hey, Chicki!). if the kids don't want their milk, I can always bathe in it. If you're in true fighting mode, you can whack all these naughty husbands upside the head. Chicki needs a gallon of milk, too.
I guess I shouldn't ask, but do you happen to have any of your wife's poems handy?
I only have that one poem. It's rather painful for me to read or post. It's not a funny poem, it's stark and painful, and very well-written. If you read it and thought someone like Edith Wharton wrote it, you would think, "Man what a terrible and tragic marriage she must have."
You can email me at theoden.king@hotmail.com since neither of us have our own threads. I'll tell you about the poem, but I won't publish it on a forum.
Oh yeah...here's a thought that had me livid today.
When this all came down in March 2006. My wife gave me the "I'm really questioning our marriage" speech but neglected to tell me that one of the reasons she was condsidering leaving me was that she and my best friend had realized that they were "connected" in a very spiritual/emotional way. In other words they were already in an emotional affair and had acknowledged it to each other. She had suggested pursuing a romance with him, but he was still unsure at the time. None of this was revealed to me.
I, like the trusting nice guy I was, ran to my best friend and told him everything my wife said and asked for his help. (Who else was I going to run to?) Of course he never told me about their "spiritual connection". I remember sitting in a coffee shop with him, crying. I remember my words, "My wife and children, I know it's not perfect, but they are all I have." I was sobbing. I took off my wedding ring, and asked him, my best friend, who was a seminary student, to bless it. He did.
Four months later he started sleeping with my wife.
Oh Theo.. Wonderful, caring for us all man that you are. I wish that I had something inspiring to say to you like you do for the rest of us. I am praying for you today.
Why it is it they can still twist a knife in our hearts after all of this time? Part of the ceiling plaster in the laundry room fell and I asked my D19 to call her dad and ask him about it. Mind you we have already had problems here and there is a brown spot on the ceiling. He told her to go check the gutters to make sure they weren't stopped up. She gets all mad because she has to do this and takes it out on ME!!! I say it's not the gutters. She says I can't reach it. I stick my hand in there and come up with a handful of leaves. She called him back and said it's in the middle of the laundry room how could it be the gutters? He says feel of it and see if it's wet. Of course it was. He says tell your mom to call someone and hangs up. I asked her who? She said I don't know? I say I'm going to call him, she said no I will call him. She starts defending him and saying it's not his fault. I said I didn't say it was, but by this time she is mad and leaves.
I call him and asked him who I needed to call. He told me. He then asked me if I had got the papers. I told him I thought it was wrong that he and OW and his children were at his parent's house for the 4th of July and his own children weren't invited. He said I didn't invite them. I said someone did, he said I guess Mom did. I didn't even go over there to later. I said well, obviously you are still seeing her or your mom wouldn't have invited her. I said I hope you are very happy with your new family because you certainly have destroyed this one. I told him you know that youngest D will never come around her. I said I can't believe she is that important to you.
Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are. -- Bernice Johnson Reagon
