You hang off every email, NOTE. phone call or text you recieve. You try to work out what it all means, implies
Well, yeah -- when someone "done" who is walking out of my (our) house leaves a note on my computer where it cannot possibly be overlooked and then sends a 1,000 word e-mail that basically rewrites every moment of the past 18 weeks -- yeah, I find that to be curious. But perhaps I'm odd that way.
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If you have found 'new directions' ( with breasts) then you are kidding yourself. This is nothing but a rebound relationship designed to help soothe your pain.
Duh! Of course it is! That's the point! And each and every one of these very fine and kind-hearted angels of mercy is 100% aware of that. And these aren't "relationships," friend -- these are events.
Let's get down to cases. If I had an egg for every time I've had sex in the past, say, 3 years -- I still wouldn't have enough eggs for a full carton.
WAW's gone, Jack! And as far as I can tell, she ain't coming back! And if, at some point, she starts thinking maybe sorta possibly she should consider brooding on the possibility of coming back, I'm not sure what my response will be. Whatever it is, it will be based on my needs, goals, desires, and beliefs at that time -- and not on (a) who WAW used to be or (b) my fear that WAW will resent that I had a couple nights' naked fun. This was the woman who was running off for a weekend with Signore Schmuckatelli not 4 days after dropping the Bomb, remember?
And look -- I've been disrespected, shouted at, slapped; I've had a car door slammed on me (physically "on" me); I've had a full bottle of water thrown at my head; I've had holes smashed in my walls; I've been cursed, called every name in the book -- and some I had to look up; I've been told I'm repulsive, disgusting, and the scion of a family of "pure trash;" I've been told I ought to have been dumped 10 years ago; I've been told my actions are tantamount to rape; I've literally been spat upon.
Now there are the saintly among us -- @Coach, for example -- and more power to them. I sincerely respect and admire those who believe themselves to be married until they are not, who believe they will offend their gods if they stray, and so forth. Who put their spew raincoats on and revel in the fact that their WAS's have gone batsh*t-crazy.
But I'm not one of them. Grand Poobah and Head Mo-Fo In Charge of the Loyal Order of Heathen, First Class, Earthly Pleasures Division.
So......yeah. Some female friends offer up some pure, elemental, foundational human connection, each of them knowing full well the situation and the 0% probability that anything "more" than a great night will materialize -- and that's cool with them?
You don't have to call me twice to supper.
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Your kids dont need you to have this distraction and neither does the poor woman.
Distraction from what? From them? That's why they're happening on the road. And as far as the "poor" wom(e)n -- not so poor. More or less, "Hey, Smiley's Person old friend, you seem like a guy who needs a rewarding, emotionally safe yet cost-free, friendly roll-in-the-hay -- I'd be happy to oblige."
These are like the Florence Nightingales of the Wild Thing.
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Your W would resent you for it.
Oh, gosh. Well....Okay! Why does WAW's possible future resentment matter a Tinker's damn to me? And how do you square that with the argument that
(A) I'm not supposed to be "obsessed" with her, "stuck on" her, or "hanging off" her every word -- right? and (B) Helloooo the House! You'll "eat your hat," right polly, "If Signore smuck even disappeared off your wifes radar for 1 minute"?
So sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander. Why would I want to turn down such kind offers as against the seemingly foolish hope -- which, apparently, I'm not supposed to have -- that there's some "there" there with WAW? Eh?
And, by the way, I've been told I'm not married -- it's a mere legal fiction. "Just paperwork," spake the WAW. I mean -- she's got a date next week! And bully for her! Gotta make hay while the sun shines.
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Whether you admit it or not, I think we all know here that you are in real pain.
When have I not admitted that? Or were all those comments from various and sundry that said "gosh I sure feel your pain" referring to my bad knees and arthritic hands?
@traveldane: "hope you are well Smiley, on and off the board"
Thanks, td! Better, though, to hope that I'm "good." (Rather out of practice, you might say.)
