Thinking about issues with aging, just before my ex turned 40, he showed up one day in this teeny tiny Matchbox of a Saab convertible. He is 6’3” and looked like a clown getting out of it.
He never even told me he was on the market for it! I immediately fell over laughing asking him who he thought was going to ride in this thing as I am tall as were my kids! Then I said “omg, are you having a midlife crisis?!?!”
He kept trying to get us all to go on these road trips in the thing. But we were like pretzels in the thing. My kids couldn’t even fit in the back seat without hugging their knees. And I was kissing the windshield having pulled my seat up so far to make room for the kid behind me. It was so bizarre that it did not occur to him that this car was waaay too small.
Of course, in hindsight this was in fact one of the first “classic” signs he was starting a MLC. He sold it within the year and was on to the next “fix.” He was always changing things up at a 6-9 month clip.
It took him years to leave after living in a self created dorm room. It was such a relief when he finally took the plunge to go “find himself.” I had no idea how hard it was having him under the same roof until he left. Consider yourself fortunate.
Me 41, H 47, M 15 yrs, S11, S13 BD 1: 11/4/14 we work on it; really I pretzel myself BD 2: 3/31/15 H goes down to "dorm room" 8/15: H back to MBR 10/15: H back in dorm room 1/18: H files, now divorced
