It's been a while
How often does that subject get used on this website? hm...
Anyhow, it has been a while and the last post was, well, lacking in substance. It has been some time since that day and I feel I can publicly post about it. The short of it is that was the day the spouse told me they wanted a divorce. I know I know, I *knew* it was coming, I just thought I had more time, I thought it wasn't going to happen for another year. Three years ago we had promised each other that we would at least stay together till we paid off all of the debts, but I suppose I should have known better considering the spouse's track record with keeping promises. The spouse waited till they were sure they no longer needed my paycheck before pushing me out the door. At least, that is how it seems. Then again what am I supposed to think? It was less than two weeks after they were done with the training period in their brandy-new-shiny career that I get tossed into the trash like last weeks bread. I supported them through taking the pre-requisites and then through the whole nursing program and then through the job hunting and the training and how am I rewarded? I should have left three years ago. I should have just let them fall flat on their face, but that just isn't me. I'm a stooge I suppose, just some dumb sap. A bleeding heart sucker. Well, at least I was. After yesterday I think I've become quite the asshole.
So, yesterday was the day I had scheduled to go back to the old apartment and help clear out all the junk in the attic, because unlike the spouse I tend to keep my promises. Just because I still don't trust myself I made sure to bring along a friend. I used the excuse that I needed to borrow him for his pickup truck to make a couple runs to the dump with all the junk from the attic. That plan would have worked beautifully except it started to rain. Which meant I wasn't able to toss the largish painting I wanted to keep into the back of the truck to bring it back to my apartment. Which meant that I had to make a trip back to see the spouse on my own. I should have just tossed the painting and said the hell with it. That is to say, yes we fucked like rabbits. After the fireworks they started talking about how great the sex was and that we should become basically what amounts to fuck buddies. In my defense, they are good between the sheets, but I really should not have done that. (here comes the "I'm an asshole" bit) You see, a few weeks ago I started seeing someone. Someone who is, despite their problems, really sweet and kind and nice and pretty much all around a wonderful person. I never once in my life thought I'd become *that* person, but here I am. I'm an asshole. Que Dennis Leary.
Truly,
K
Anyhow, it has been a while and the last post was, well, lacking in substance. It has been some time since that day and I feel I can publicly post about it. The short of it is that was the day the spouse told me they wanted a divorce. I know I know, I *knew* it was coming, I just thought I had more time, I thought it wasn't going to happen for another year. Three years ago we had promised each other that we would at least stay together till we paid off all of the debts, but I suppose I should have known better considering the spouse's track record with keeping promises. The spouse waited till they were sure they no longer needed my paycheck before pushing me out the door. At least, that is how it seems. Then again what am I supposed to think? It was less than two weeks after they were done with the training period in their brandy-new-shiny career that I get tossed into the trash like last weeks bread. I supported them through taking the pre-requisites and then through the whole nursing program and then through the job hunting and the training and how am I rewarded? I should have left three years ago. I should have just let them fall flat on their face, but that just isn't me. I'm a stooge I suppose, just some dumb sap. A bleeding heart sucker. Well, at least I was. After yesterday I think I've become quite the asshole.
So, yesterday was the day I had scheduled to go back to the old apartment and help clear out all the junk in the attic, because unlike the spouse I tend to keep my promises. Just because I still don't trust myself I made sure to bring along a friend. I used the excuse that I needed to borrow him for his pickup truck to make a couple runs to the dump with all the junk from the attic. That plan would have worked beautifully except it started to rain. Which meant I wasn't able to toss the largish painting I wanted to keep into the back of the truck to bring it back to my apartment. Which meant that I had to make a trip back to see the spouse on my own. I should have just tossed the painting and said the hell with it. That is to say, yes we fucked like rabbits. After the fireworks they started talking about how great the sex was and that we should become basically what amounts to fuck buddies. In my defense, they are good between the sheets, but I really should not have done that. (here comes the "I'm an asshole" bit) You see, a few weeks ago I started seeing someone. Someone who is, despite their problems, really sweet and kind and nice and pretty much all around a wonderful person. I never once in my life thought I'd become *that* person, but here I am. I'm an asshole. Que Dennis Leary.
Truly,
K