Think I could sell it to Hallmark? Actually, I don’t try to sell anything to the card companies, because they buy all rights. But I digress.
Today I am doing laundry and going through DHs pockets. He has tendency to leave small pencils and things in his pockets. And it struck me that I am really glad not to find phone numbers of other women in his pants. Sounds bizarre right? Then I am thinking, I could die tomorrow and not have said, you know, I’m really glad that you aren’t a cheating bastard.
[jeans pocket]
So off I go to the next room and say to DH, “I just want to tell you how glad I am not to find the phone numbers of other women in the pockets of your pants.”
Of course he gave me that look, the one that says, I picked you?
Then he said he is not sure how to respond to that. I think he thought it was a trick. But no really, not a trick. I actually mean this. I have been reading this book by Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
And also, my grandmother having recently just died, I have decided, again, that life is too short to not just say things. So, there I am with DH looking at me like I have grown a second head…
And I say, well, it sounds ridiculous, but as I am going through your pockets just now, I thought, how nice it is that at least if you were a lying cheating bastard like my ex, you have the courtesy to be discrete.
Poor DH. He is looking really puzzled and starting to get offended.
Finally, I say, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to trick you. I could just drop dead and not have said, I’m so glad you aren’t a lying cheating bastard. Really, just glad you aren’t that sort of asshole.
Right. He finally catches on, declares himself a proper pain in the ass, but not that kind, and goes back to work.
Clearly I need help.
Oh, Christine. You do not need help.
I tell my husband that I appreciate him being a good husband and making sure there isn’t lipstick on his collar. I have this image of finding some god awful pink lipstick I would never wear on his collar as I take the shirt to the cleaners and just breaking down at the counter and the little Asian women there feel very sorry for me and offer my some sake from the back.
I have wild day dreams.
I’ve also told my husband to just go ahead and expect jealousy when he has a really attractive colleague and random visits from me to his work. I promise him it’s a compliment and not a critique on his character.
I once had a bf marry a girl SIX weeks after breaking up with me, I just assumed. Ugh. I actually felt sorry for the wife.
Liz A.’s last blog post..The sickness is back.
Liz, I can see how the six week turn around time would make a person suspicious. However, some people just spring right back into the fray. I have this ex who has every reason to believe I was cheating on him. But technically speaking, I wasn’t. I wouldn’t say that made my behaviour appropriate… but that’s a different issue.