I cried my eyeballs out about this necklace he gave me last week...thinking he was reckless and careless, and he's going to be caught by the wife and will end up losing his family, yadda yadda yadda...just the thought of it tears my guts out...
This week, he tells me today that the gifts I gave him are in his car trunk, which he had planned to drive to the airport for his business trip, but the ice storm we had prevented him from being able to open the car doors...so the wife suggested he take the other vehicle instead...
I'll let that sink in a moment.
He said he put my items in an emergency car-tool-equipment bag, and that wifey never looks inside it...but he's been GONE for most of the week, how the heck would he know whether she took the car somewhere and had a flat tire or something...
I really think he WANTS to be caught. I am going to have to open up a can of whoop-ass on this man. That's all there is to it. Does he NOT realize that I cannot live with the guilt of being the downfall of his marital status and daddy-responsibilities?? I've told him more than a bazillion times...he's getting reckless and careless and taking too many unnecessary risks....I'm going to have to box his ears and smack him upside the head a few hundred times for this.
So now I spend the weekend not knowing if she's going to pounce on him when he walks in the door, confronting him with what she found...(he says if I hear nothing, there's nothing to report).
And so I sit in doom all weekend, biting my fingernails...I hate this shit.
--Sassy Girl
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