20 sits up (hooking my feet under the wire baskets under the desks REALLY help) 30 push-ups (Imagining some pretty young thing under me while I’m doing the push-ups REALLY helps, too)
MIL (W’s mom) was over today, helping out with YS.
At dinner, W asks me about Saturday (everyone’s there—kids, MIL), and I’m paraphrasing: “So what time does my mom need to be here [for babysitting]? Did you make a reservation or do we just show up? You haven’t told me any details about it so I don’t know...”
A more loving (and probably less passive-aggressive, or at least less angry / annoyed) way to do this would have been to say “So, what time is our reservation for Saturday night? Okay, so that means my mom needs to be here....”.
Or she could just say what she said above. Or better yet at least not do that in front of everyone else. I probably deserve a 2x4 for not calling her out on this in the moment, but probably not the thing to do in front of the kids and her mom.
Whatever. I know confusion reigns supreme in the mind and heart of a woman like this, but one night she’s bent about going out in general. The next? Asking when are the reservations.
I know NO EXPECTATIONS, but I may as well say them here so there not bouncing around my head: Afraid I’m going to get an R talk at some point Saturday night. Sex? OMG YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING NO, even though it would be nice, but yeah right.
/venting: I know that W is nowhere close to normal right now, but man I’m sure that there are plenty of women in my age range who would love to go out on a Saturday night for sushi in Newport Coast with a flawed-but-trying-to-get-it-together man who is youngish (in his 30’s), is decent-looking and is good with kids (teacher, plus 2 kids of his own). Instead, I presently have a woman who complained about me even making reservations and trying to take some sort of initiative. I know A/S mentioned this above, but yeah pretty much everything I do is wrong at this point.
Totally want a woman who appreciates me, who wants to be with me, and wants to not just sleep next to me but sleep with me.
Didn’t think I was asking too much 7 years ago—especially when she was so hot to get married. Today and tonight I see glimpses of the woman that I married. Deep inside, she’s still kinda there. But practically speaking, I know she’s gone.
