Now that many vets are gone I’m not sure how much help is left here. I will update my sitch because it took a turn to the worse.
I a light of what happened over the weekend with Mr. Z, I decided to put a foot down. Although Monday W was home early, very nice and chatty and took me out to dinner, I was not going to just let this “date” thing go. I was all smiles Monday, we had good time, talked about holiday season and what to get each other for Christmas.
Tuesday.
W texted around 5 to tell me that she is going to happy hour with coworkers. This has never been an issue. Tuesdays are their staff meeting and often they go for a quick drink. However I was still annoyed by Saturday events and did not answer the text.
An hour later when I got home she called. First my cell and then the land line. I did not pick up. Then minutes later she texted again and this what went down from that point.
W: Please call me. Me: Is something wrong? W: No. Are you home. Me: You are not? What do you need? W: Nothing. Got it. Me: Good, then go check your email.
I had just finished a short and to the point e-mail and sent it to her. I said “I am not your dog sitter, housekeeper, maid, and extra wallet and your number 2 choice for companionship. You have no shame to text me in anticipation that I will do anything you ask while you carry on with your affairs with married men. I am feeding you cake by the truckload. You surround yourself with people who have no respect, honor or dignity. You have became one of them. How sad is that.”
At that point I left the house and went to eat out. While waiting for my meal she started texting again.
W: Read your email. Maybe if you’d leave or buy the house and stop holding me hostage I could be more clear to you. Now, if I’m nice I’m confusing you and if I’m not I am a b**ch. Me: You have been free as a bird and obviously living as such. You’ve had no obligations or responsibilities. Start behaving like an adult so I can spend my evenings shopping for a new home. I can’t wait to move out and take Mrs. Z for dinner. BTW I am not home so you should think about your duties. W: So, psycho boy, you have a serious problem in your own head. You want to add more men to your list? (She listed some guys from her office) This has nothing to do with them. Me: I won’t waste my time debating semantics of your morality. Your actions speak louder than your words. Have a nice evening. W: You don’t know my actions and they have nothing to do with you. I did not reply. W: Actually they do. They confirm that I don’t want to be with you. I presume you are not coming home. The dogs are fine, I’m home. I did not reply. W: You really think that I’m doing something wrong and it’s directed at you. She was all over the place so I replied. Me: Don’t try to read my mind or pretend to know how I think. My feelings and thoughts are mine just as your feelings and thoughts are yours. You can spin yours any way you want. W: No presumptions in my text. Really??? I decided to end all communication. 20 minutes later W: We’re are not friends.
Whatever. I let her keep steaming and decided to sleep at the hotel.
I have to move out, but I do have faith to continue DB.
Such a bad timing now that a lot of vets are gone.
Gucci - you can hit me with “told you so” but I still need some direction even when the immediate action is known.
