Hi tvs, I did have a good time, and am glad I went. Thanks for the encouragement!

The party:

He calls down from the balcony at 5:30 that we can leave at 6:30. Of course, he is a few minutes late. He doesn’t compliment my hair or how I look. No surprise there.

Here is where it gets a little strange. First, the sheepskin seat covers for his car.

He asked me last week to wash them, as he said he had spilled coffee on them. I never saw a coffee stain, and they didn’t smell bad or anything. But I did wash them.

He asked last night if we can take my car because the seat covers will shed.

He seemed quite pi$$ed when I say no. I grab a lint roller and we leave.

If you remember the cigar incident last week, he didn’t want us using his car to go out to dinner on our anniversary because there was a food smell in the car. Which was not really food smell, but cigar smell.

On the way, he said he was not trying to be an a$$, but since I had black pants on, I would get fuzz on them. I guess he actually did notice that I was wearing a new outfit.

He checked my pants when we arrived and he said I had a little bit of fuzz on them, so I asked him to brush it off. He did.

The thing is—I didn’t have any fuzz on my pants. I’m sure it was BS.

Way back in September, I noticed that he went to an auto care place and vacuumed his car the day after I sat in it. I thought it was strange at the time because the car was pristine when I rode in it the day before. It always is.


Does he have OCD about me sitting in his car? It would go along with his fanatical laundry habit.

At the party, he was his normal self. From all I could see, he is functioning very well at work. He is a funny and smart guy. Just not at home.

A few things I found out from other people questioning him:

He spent all day yesterday working on his laptop in our bedroom.

His last day before he takes Christmas vacation is today.

Today he will have a VERY LONG day because he is wrapping up things before everyone is gone for the holidays.

I spent part of the party with him, and being introduced to new people, or reintroduced to people I hadn’t seen since last year.

I spent the rest of the party mingling and being sparkly and smiling. I ate delicious food. And I even managed a 180—drinking a glass of wine.

When we got home, he went upstairs, changed clothes, and of course, did laundry.

I chatted with the boys for a while and then put S10 to bed.

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. That glass of wine knocked me out ☺