Your life mirrors Charlotte's Web. Not saying who is Wilbur!
Originally Posted By: GGG
Then I pulled off my long sleeve work shirt layer and worked the rest of the day, right under GUBU's nose, in a paper-thin tank top, push-up bra, and short cut-offs.... YOWZA! He kept sneaking looks at me because I caught him a few times. And I know I'm over 50, but I'm a dancer, ya know? And I grew up with sunscreen...
^^^Whoo-hoo from the barn animals! Nice going right there, GGG. Love how your mind works.
Today he locked his truck, like he's afraid I'm going to snoop in it or something, maybe find his Viagra stash...
MLCers are a tad paranoid nowadays. Trust me on this.
I have had a few "Porch Parties. Now my "friends" come with some fancy Organic cigarettes (Hahaha!) He sees this and I know it annoys him. He always gets testy for awhile after he notices.
Your GAL activities does raise the MLCer's hackles. It is a paradox for us MLCers...we wanna do WHATEVER we damn please and yet get annoyed when our spouses go and have a good time too. Go figure.
He is short on compassion these days (like, NONE), but even HE must have noticed how awful she looks. I wonder if he realizes it is at least in part due to what HE did to her.
Yeah...my empathy chip was out of commission too during my MLC. I was numb. Let me tell you about an incident and it makes me wince just thinking about it. During a family vacation with Ms. Wonka's family at Martha's Vineyard (the one I almost didn't go), one day at the beach Ms. Wonka came to me breathing rapidly and obviously looking a bit scared and said, "Wonka, I almost drowned out there. The waves were big," My response? "Oh" and went right back to doing whatever I was doing. Ugh!!!!
Originally Posted By: GGG
Just tonight, after two nice days of working together on various projects--- He texts me that he won't be here AGAIN on Tuesday. No explanation.... All I said in response was "That's my open mic night". (Which I had to skip last week because he blew me off.) I get this back from H: "I have to interview someone for 'similar to OW' position and that's the only night available." (No details, but he totally tipped his hand.)
I didn't respond, then he texts back: "Really... well it's MY MAKE MONEY night. Good night."
(Implication being, his life is important, reminding me who makes the money around here. Bullying tactics, as usual.) I still STFU.... and then about 30 minutes later, I get: "And I should not have to explain."
Two things pop in my mind when reading H's texts:
-He doesn't want to have to answer to anybody...especially a wife who he perceives as a mother figure -He feels inadequate so he wants to show he's CAPABLE of making money himself
He has now updated his dating profile with a scary pic of him in dark glasses, As if he thinks he won't be recognized or something... Hiding your eyes. What does that say about you? He also added a montage of pics which include MY LITTLE DOG (who hates him), among other pictures of "our" life where I am notably absent. Trying to sell himself as this vibrant, outdoorsy type. (Nope.)
This is H's fantasy in his mind. Trying to paint a fake picture of himself trying to sell himself as the single (or widowed) Prince in Cinderella. Ha! So sad.
At which point, he'll be a 65+ year old paying alimony through the nose, a bum knee, a serious health condition, no one to "pet-sit" for him anymore and keep his house clean, and his "Daddy Warbucks" persona won't last much beyond that. He'll have more debt than he can pay off with what he'll have left in our 50/50 split of our IRA/401K.
At some deep, sub-conscious level H knows this which makes me wonder if he's hanging on to you for this reason AT THIS TIME while he figures out his MLC chit. Doesn't want to lose you as his Plan B in his mind. Sick. I know, I know.
So far, no insight into what those "mystery appointments" have been. I see no credit card or bank charges... it's weird. I imagine that one of these days something will come from the insurance company that will clarify things.
Keep on with your uke outside on your porch during your famous Porch Parties...you'll find out soon enough.
