And, I'm a dance widow
Last fall and winter my lovely spouse talked me into taking dance lessons. I took them for 6 months, learning lead. It is difficult for me. Every month, the instructor has a big dance party at the ballroom and, because I'm such a novice, my spouse found it more enjoyable to dance with other people who were more experienced, leaving me on the sidelines, feeling like more of a social misfit than I already do. I'd ask other women to dance, but they all look at me like I'm a freak of nature to begin with because ballroom seems to be very traditionally heterosexual. Besides, I'm not good enough or confident enough to dance with other people. I went to these dances a total of twice and was so frustrated that I finally just told her to go by herself. Basically, she has accelerated, always has someone to dance with, and is out at least 3 times a week. Sometimes during the day she has a lesson and then goes out later and seldom gets home before 12 or 1am. The other thing that bothers me is that some of these men have no regard for her relationship status and try to advance their dance relationship to something more serious. Dafuq? What am I? Chopped liver? Yes, I suppose I am. She tells me I'm too sensitive. Oh? OK. I guess I thought that our taking lessons together was so we'd have an activity to do together.
Thoughts?
Thoughts?