Posted by Daisym on February 18, 2007, at 22:21:43
I almost never post over here but I think this belongs better here...
So some of you know that I left my husband about 10 months ago. Things between us had deteriorated so badly -- I was unhappy, he was unhappy and worse, our son was unhappy. Everyone walked on eggshells all the time, trying not to set off my husband. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and moved out. It was an awful scene and a horrid first few months. He truly didn't understand why I left and was distraught. He went to see a therapist for a couple of months but he essentially said she told him he needed a few anger management techniques and a support group but otherwise he was fine and it was all about me. Yeah, OK then.
At the end of the summer he started dating someone. He told me all about her --even about sleeping with her. I guess I felt so bad for hurting him that I made myself be nice and listen to him. Or maybe it was self-punishment for leaving. Whatever. I've been mourning the marriage and the break up of our family, but it is over and I never wanted to go back. So the girlfriend shouldn't bother me, right?
Well -- on Saturday I went to the bank and as I was writing out my deposit, I heard my husband. He has a very distinct voice. I whipped my head around and there he was, standing at the teller window...with a woman. I panicked and left the bank quickly, my heart beating a thousand miles a minute. I got in my car and decided to just move it out of the bank parking lot and over in front of the card store, which faces the bank. That way I could see them leave and then go and finish what I needed to do. As I sat there, I looked around and realized that his truck was sitting two rows over, directly in front of my car. And here they came, my husband and the girlfriend, walking towards the truck. So, being such a grownup about all of this, I grab my sunglasses and stick them on. ('cause, you know, after 25 years, he won't recognize me with sunglasses on!) They stopped at the truck, got something out of it and went into another store. I don't think he saw me. I then moved my car back to the bank, did my business, came out and got the hell out of there. I felt so stupid!!!
I happened to be having dinner with my oldest son last night and he laughed really hard at me. I laughed at me too. My youngest said he thought he would have reacted the same way, it is just too "weird." I still can't figure out why I ran away and freaked out so badly.
Aren't small towns fun?
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