Well, Rob, found myself with a little time on my hands Saturday night, and thinking of you, I ended up watching Animal House since I hadn't seen it in a while. Then yesterday, I had to go to the house so I could measure for the wet bar. Unfortunately, it won't fit. LOL Guess I'll have to stick with disco lights and a dash of leopard print here and there.
Saturday we had D8's party at SO's mothers house. We had to go in two vehicles and he stopped off to wash his truck, (even though it was raining) so I got there before him. I told everyone that was already there not to say a word to him about anything. Then, it happened that everyone else who was coming all arrived at the same time and were outside chatting so I went outside and made a speech to them: "Hey guys, I want everyone to do me a favor. SO doesn't know the details of next weekend, and I'd like to keep it that way. I know everyone probably wants to say something to him, and he's expecting that, so I'd rather no one say a word to him. That will bother him more than if everyone jumps all over him. And, if he brings it up to any of you, just divert him and say you don't want to talk about it now, it's D8's day and you will talk about it some other time. That will get him more than if anyone says anything to him." Everyone kind of laughed, agreed to what I said, and promised not to say a word to him. And, as far as I know - no one did.
Anyway, I've been avoiding any interactions with him as much as possible. Talking right now won't change anything, so why bother. Same thing with sex. He keeps trying; I keep avoiding. Before, I didn't have (too much) of a problem with it. Now I do. I don't want to. I just can't fathom how he can tell me to get out so he can pursue his R with OW, yet still want me in some ways. I don't understand.
Today, I'm going to start bringing stuff to the house. This is going to be a long week.
