A funny thing happened to me last week. My husband and I separated in November and some of you may remember that not too long ago, he asked me to watch *his* house and pets while he was away on vacation. Keep in mind that this vac was always a celebration of our wedding anniversary, one that we took together each year in March. I said no to watching his dogs/house while he vacationed with someone else (who turned out to be his mom, dad and grandma which was even more of a slap in the face than if it had been his new lover). Fast forward to our anniversary, March 17. He and his fam would be leaving at the end of that week on what had always been *our* trip. He messages me and long story short, we end up going out for dinner and a movie. He tells me that he would like to try again and that he loves me and would rather be with me than anyone else. As proof, he tells me that hes broken it off with the person that hes been seeing. Hugs and kisses, professions of undying love, promises and plans...offers me the key to our house so that I can use my sauna while hes gone. I do miss it so I gladly took the key. Sure, he did mention that he didnt feel that the 3x a day that the service was providing (letting the dogs out, etc) was enough but I didnt feel pressured in any way and so I agreed to just make sure that all was well if/when I came by. I still hoped that we could reconcile our marriage so of course I was willing to try again. He messaged me non-stop for the days leading up to his departure. He reassured me that we would make it and talked of vacationing together in the fall. They left that Sat. morn and the texts and calls kept coming. They arrived and still he kept it up for days, telling me of the wonderful things that he had picked up for me and wishing that I was there with him. My schedule made Wedn the last day that I could use the sauna/check on the house. I spoke with him that afternoon, letting him know how much I had enjoyed the sauna and that everything was fine and that I wouldnt be returning. From that point on, he was incommunicado for the most part. He no longer messaged me and would only respond to my repeated ??? with one or two words, i dunno, or busy, etc. By Thursday, I wondered if I had been played and by Friday evening, I knew that I had been. Like a fiddle. He just wasnt feelin it, he now said. The souvenirs that he had picked up for me now became payment for letting the dogs out and reason for me to stop by Saturday eve and give him back his house key. Im a little bit hurt, a little bit embarrassed, and a little bit wiser. Its just so ridiculous that even I cant help but to laugh. Everybody plays the fool, sometime...and Im no exception to that rule.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 14:18:46 +0000
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