mkultra, let me roll my sleeves up and sit right down and share MY experience from yesterday. you might appreciate it.
my day started much like every day this week, with me still in a bit of a mood and wanting to stop db-ing, I mean, what's the point? had a chat with my friend about things, and she made me promise not to do anything for at least a week...never do anything in anger and all that. but it just feels like the nails are in the coffin, ya know?
before H came over, I ended up calling a guy...not one I know irl, just one I've been chatting online with that offered to let me vent/give me the male perspective. good conversation, was actually laughing a bit with it, which was nice, and h came in for his visit with the kids. I was upstairs, didn't come right down because I was on the phone. H comes upstairs, realizes I was on the phone, I told him I'd be right down. finished up my conversation, got ready for the gym, and went downstairs.
let the interrogation begin. I had decided to try to be more a woman of mystery...after all, he doesn't tell me where he is/what he is doing (or who, for that matter). so he asked who was on the phone and I was vague, just said a friend. long story short, that didn't go over very well...he would not let it go, and I would not tell him. I did answer honestly when he asked if I was seeing someone (no). then did the non-db'g thing and fired back, "are you?" he actually had the balls to say no. HA! ass. I also offered to compare phone records, which he said wasn't the same thing (???????)
this continued throughout the day/night, I would go out, come home, he would continue to make a big deal about it...accusing me of making a big deal about it by not telling him who it was.
long story short, he actually grabbed my cell phone out of my purse and got the number off of it. worse, after he left, he actually CALLED the guy. thankfully he didn't leave a message, and don't expect him to follow up with it further, but omg. wtf was that about? I was floored.
anyway, I'm not really sure this changes anything, in fact, I'm sure it doesn't. but damn, that wasn't the reaction I expected, had I expected any at all. and it was kind of funny (if I didn't feel like such a jerk that H actually got the guy's number).
oooh, but a beckham look-alike? hmmm...well...hmmm...okay, gonna go think about that one for a bit. mmmmm...sweet, sweet thoughts.
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
