The boys and I went to a matinée today to see the new Alvin and the Chipmunks movie. We had a blast -- the boys loved it! Lots of parents there with their kids too.
<journaling> It turned so cold today. Yesterday was quite sunny and warm, almost balmy -- saw several people in shorts and sandals. W did not even include coats or jackets for the boys, so before we could go out to the movies we had to stop by the house to grab some outerwear.
W was at work all day, and the house was empty but for our dog. I ran upstairs to look for some jackets and passed by our bedroom -- and did a double-take. W had left the light on in the master bath. And I noticed the clothes that W had left laid out on the bed. I was shocked to see something new that W had bought -- it was pink. Pink!?!
You've got to realize that one thing about my wife is that since we've been married she would almost never wear something pink in color, let alone buy something in that color for herself. She has always thought it was too "girly" (yeah, I know, she's a strange bird.)
So I went into the bedroom to see if my eyes were deceiving me. The last thing I can recall that W bought for herself in pink was a camisole and some sexy underwear she got for our wedding night. Since then? Maybe one other item, also lingerie, a very long time ago.
Almost without thinking I marched over to her chest of drawers and opened the one she always put her underwear in -- even more pink, all new, and a lot of lace, and a lot of black, and a lot more sexy stuff she has bought in the last five months than she's bought in the last ten years.
I closed the drawer and went back to what we were there for in the first place, but now realizing I now had more information than I wanted, and feeling my mood darkening. I angrily said to myself, "Yes, it's over. I'm done."
<side note> I used to buy W lingerie all the time, for many years during the first part of our M -- we even spent some time shopping together in Victoria's Secret. But somewhere along the way she stopped, and she got to where she was irritated with me for spending the money -- told me to just get her inexpensive sleep-shirts instead. I think she was unsatisfied with how her body was maturing, and nothing I said seemed to reassure her. She said she would take care of picking out her own intimate apparel, but she eventually stopped that too.
She also stopped wearing perfume (said it would irritate her patients) and forbade jewelry. (She was wearing earrings for the first time in ages the other day too. I complemented her on how they made her look, and she said she wore them to a meeting at the office. This too was a surprise, since these nurses are discouraged from wearing jewelry, according to W.)
So, now W has changed her tune entirely on these things, reverting back to that young available woman before we married, now with the feeble mind of a teenager.
It's a good thing my S's and I went straight from there to see a funny movie. Thank goodness -- I needed the distraction to get my mind back on less depressing thoughts.
