on_thecouch - talk about jealousy
I've had quite a bit of experience with jealous men. I seem to attract them. My father was a jealous man. He paid absolutely no attention to my mother and saw to it that no other man ever did either. If a man so much as looked at my mother, my father would find some way of ruining the man's reputation entirely, then go back to ignoring her again. Completely senseless. I had a boyfriend in college who never wanted to take me anywhere because he didn't want anyone else to look at me. He seemed to think that when he wasn't around, I never left my apartment. Didn't go to class, didn't go out with friends, nothing. He was utterly delusional.
I married a very jealous man. Not quite delusional and senseless as the aforementioned men, but still very jealous. I think for awhile it had something to do with the fact that we lived for so long just the two of us, practically secluded on the farm miles outside of town. Aside from the times I went into town to run errands and such, Jonathan was the only person I ever saw besides the mailman. But we liked it that way. It wasn't self-imposed exile, it wasn't forced, it just...was. And we kept each other very entertained. We've always been very lucky to have such a strong friendship as the backbone of our relationship - being able to simply enjoy each other's company even in the most decidedly unexciting of circumstances. Sometimes I think that might be the true measure of a marriage.
But then Clark came into our lives and with him, people. His friends, their parents, and of course teachers and such. We adjusted, happily, to the change. Jonathan was never so delusional that he couldn't let other men see me or talk to me. Although for the longest time he was convinced the mailman was in love with me, which was just a figment of his overactive imagination. And then he thought the divorced father of one of Clark's friends was in love with me - again, just his wild imagination, and maybe just an excuse to argue with me. But then I started working for Lionel Luthor and Jonathan's entire world imploded. I spent all day every day alone in close quarters with the man he hated more than anyone in the world. Jonathan and I could hardly carry out an entire conversation without it turning into an argument during that period of time. It was very difficult for us, and very difficult for Clark to witness. He was scared we wouldn't get through it. But of course we did, even if that meant me having to quit. (Although it should be noted that I quit for a number of reasons, Jonathan being only one of them.)
I guess you could say I know a little something about jealousy.
I married a very jealous man. Not quite delusional and senseless as the aforementioned men, but still very jealous. I think for awhile it had something to do with the fact that we lived for so long just the two of us, practically secluded on the farm miles outside of town. Aside from the times I went into town to run errands and such, Jonathan was the only person I ever saw besides the mailman. But we liked it that way. It wasn't self-imposed exile, it wasn't forced, it just...was. And we kept each other very entertained. We've always been very lucky to have such a strong friendship as the backbone of our relationship - being able to simply enjoy each other's company even in the most decidedly unexciting of circumstances. Sometimes I think that might be the true measure of a marriage.
But then Clark came into our lives and with him, people. His friends, their parents, and of course teachers and such. We adjusted, happily, to the change. Jonathan was never so delusional that he couldn't let other men see me or talk to me. Although for the longest time he was convinced the mailman was in love with me, which was just a figment of his overactive imagination. And then he thought the divorced father of one of Clark's friends was in love with me - again, just his wild imagination, and maybe just an excuse to argue with me. But then I started working for Lionel Luthor and Jonathan's entire world imploded. I spent all day every day alone in close quarters with the man he hated more than anyone in the world. Jonathan and I could hardly carry out an entire conversation without it turning into an argument during that period of time. It was very difficult for us, and very difficult for Clark to witness. He was scared we wouldn't get through it. But of course we did, even if that meant me having to quit. (Although it should be noted that I quit for a number of reasons, Jonathan being only one of them.)
I guess you could say I know a little something about jealousy.