Let My Wrath be Felt by One and All...uhh
Grrrr...shite I lost the thread of the conversation ABBA is playing and how can I possibly be mad when there is just so much love in the room! (rhetorical) I am cackling with glee right now.
I talked to my best friend and she is going to come walk with me this year at the M.S. walk, and stay with me for a few days. I haven't seen her in years. I can't wait.
New start of a story...probably won't get off the ground but hey fun to start new things when I should be finishing old...
Wedded Bliss
I hadn’t been overly pleased when he had wanted to wear a white suit and a ruffled shirt to the wedding, stating that it was his special day too. It hadn’t made me leap for joy when his family had shown up in Orlando at the same hotel the week we were on our honeymoon. The fact that he always cleared his throat six times, very loudly in the shower each morning, before six am didn’t thrill me. But the real moment I knew my marriage was in trouble was when he took time out of his very busy schedule to micromanage the way I loaded the dishwasher.
“Here you have to take all of those out again and rinse them better…” I had been in too much shock at being treated like a three year old to even move out of his way and just took the dishes he handed me and rinsed them as he gave me pointers on how the cutlery should be placed.
It wasn’t until some hours later when he was in ‘his’ chair reading some papers from work, that I came out of my trance.
My husband of less than a month was giving me pointers on housekeeping chores? A man who, from all the stories I had heard about him, couldn’t tell a dust buster from a weed wacker. The same husband who had touted the importance of partnership in a marriage had just treated my as if I was a half wit. A half wit I might be, but I wasn’t amused.
I went to bed early that night, but I didn’t sleep. I was searching my mind for what other things I may have missed.