I guess I may not be cut out for surviving this psychological warfare my W is waging on me. And I know that is what it really is, psychological warfare.
For the second time in about two months, W has "accidentally" packed one of her pairs of underwear in with my S's clothes that I bring over each weekend. It's starting to really work on me, and she has to know this.
A little background: my W has always gravitated towards undergarments that she considers to be "modest" and "comfortable". She has always hated underwire bras and hates thin straps in anything. More importantly, she had major surgery on her pelvic bone when she was 19, and still suffers a serious scar above her left cheek and hip area below her waist, and it still to this day can cause her great pain such that she cannot abide much pressure there. As such she has always been adamantly opposed to wearing hip-huggers, bikini bottoms, or thigh-high briefs or anything like that for very long and certainly never for regular daywear. (Thongs are absolutely verbotten.)
(There was a time early in our marriage when she took me shopping for a new bathing suit, and she about read me the riot act for suggesting a nice two-piece. We have never seen eye-to-eye on that, and I refrained from ever getting involved in helping her pick out swimwear.)
For the last ten years or more, W's choice in panties were what I would call a highly unflattering type that even senior ladies might find too modest. Granny-panties for lack of a better term (no offense to anyone intended, BTW). But I didn't marry her for her sense of style anyway, so who cares, right?
Well, I've already encountered her new collection of underwire push-up bra's, and now twice she has packed into my S's clothing, accident or not, an example of the everyday modern "girlie" bikini-style underwear she is apparently now wearing for everyday use. I know this must cut across her scar enough to irritate her, as she used to claim, but now it's all okay? After all these years?!? WTH?!?
The last time I just silently put the panties back into the kids clothes I send back with the boys, with no mention of the incident. This time, however, I have felt like driving down there and throwing them in her face!
But then if this happens not to have been an accident, then all that would do would be to show her she's found yet another way to get under my skin.
So I'm considering "accidentally" packing a pair of my own underwear, a pair of silk boxers -- scented with some of my nicest new cologne -- in with some of the things I send back with the kids. That'll teach her!
... Or... I could acquire a nice lace bra -- one with a larger cup size and smaller chest size than W's own dimensions -- and pack that into the clothes I return!
