Don't threaten me with a good time.
Irish rodeo? Just getting in to it on top of your partner, and sweetly whispering in her ear that you are having an affair, and seeing how long you can stay on? . . .
I wasn't going to post in this thread, but you know me. I thought better of my logical decision to abstain, mostly because of all the good or competent things I have done in life, marriage was definitely not one. And gave in to my more primal, and smart-assed urges!
But, here goes! This is about my ex-wife; I can't figure out which one of us changed more in our years together.
First you all must know that she has a dark side, she was a big ND fan while we were together. Now of course she is a diehard Ohio State fan, arrogant and anti ND as any of them. Brutal woman!
Early on when we were together, it was clear that she had a problem with direction. Especially as that related to interpreting a map. So I would ask her which way certain states were as an exercise. Washington was (meaning the state)
West. Pennsylvania, and New York were
East; Florida, was
South; etc. And I always did refer to the capitol as DC.
So she finally got Washington (the state) was west. And I even picked Washington State because she related it to the place where her brother lived, (Seattle.)
We were at a party, each talking to different people and I hear her saying something about the capitol is on the west coast! (Was she actually correcting someone?) People are looking. Conversation is stopping. I am not getting any closer.
Later, we began discussing it, and I told her that the original colonies that became the first states of the nation were on the Atlantic Coast, and that though the capitol was moved three times, it was near them. And I asked her which direction the Atlantic Ocean was, and she correctly answered.
I became confused after I asked her where the original colonies were, She answered after only a brief moment of hesitation, "East," emphatically with a confident smile. I couldn't figure it out for the life of me! Then I asked her given that, why she would think the capitol was west. She stated equally as emphatically, "Because the capitol is in Washington." I took her hand, looked her in the eye and explained; she responded incredulously, "You mean there is more than one Washington?"
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My ex-used to have a cheating dream. In hers, she was always the cheater, and she always would be compelled to share them to me. Every once in a while I would ask her about them and she would tell me, because they were usually more humorous than anything. She apparently would have no control over who she selected as a partner, and some times the disgust and contempt she would genuinely feel at admitting the partner she was paired with and recounting the dream were worth the price of admission!
One day she woke up and was pissed off from the get go! I finally asked her what I did, and her venomous reply, (not exaggerating in the slightest, the stare, the muted low under-the-breath, mono-tone voice,
AND the pointing finger, made my skin crawl.
I blinked, waiting for the words to form at the corner of her mouth, "You cheated on me!"
It really took a couple moments of painful silence for what she said to sink in, and than another couple to really get it. She finally had a dream where I cheated on her. She was livid all day. Her dream, but it didn't matter! I didn't even try to get out of the doghouse let alone turn on the charm, because, though I wasn't very smart when it came to women, I did value my life, and was not likely to exhibit any such suicidal tendencies.
She never admitted to having another cheating dream again, either of her or me being the unfaithful party.
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After we separated and divorced, she remained in the marital house, even though we had shared custody of our children. Most of our neighbors remained friends with me. The couple across the street were particularly close friends. They decided to adopt and were really close to getting a child from Guatemala, just before the country shut down all adoptions to the US. My friends were left high and dry.
In my ex-wife's attempt to reach out, she asked where they were going to turn to look next, and when they answered that they didn't know, she suggested Russia. My friends stated that they had reservations about Russia because of all of the problems that were happening. "Ex-xy" asked why there were so many problems, and the couple told her that about one out of three Russian adoptees suffered some level of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.
She was aghast and replied absolutely seriously, "Yeah, I understand that Russian Whiskey is bad stuff!"
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In keeping with the theme that my ex-wife took a turn to the dark side, she became involved with a sociopathic moron that we had known for ten or fifteen years. He had been divorced from another acquaintance or friend for a few years. The stories of their split-up were horrific. Especially since my ex-wife promised me that she would make sure that anyone she brought into the home would be good with and for the kids. (Remember, at this time we had shared custody.)
Well on a particular evening drop-off, I had had enough of this guys bad behavior. He appeared to me always thoughtless, always drunk, and constantly mean. She and I were talking on the driveway about some issue or another with the kids; it was our business.
Then he just had to come out and interject himself into the conversation. I asked him to leave because it didn't have anything to do with him it was our business and we need to clear some things up about "our" kids. He blew up. I probably shouldn't have, but I asked him why he wanted to stay and talk with the grownups, because there would be so many big words that he wouldn't understand anyways. (Equally true, but probably best left unsaid on my part.)
After he blew up the kids began watching out of the windows. Things were really getting tense; all I could envision was that the police were being dispatched. I was standing facing south on the drive, and they were both facing me toward the north, about four feet away.
So in a fit of frustration and despair, I called out, "I can't help but believe one of you is next to the stupidest person I have
ever met! Instead of WWIII, which I fully expected, (Because anyone would get that, right?), their demeanor totally changed from anger and hostility, to brief confusion, and then to something else. Something that looked to me like relief from constipation. And then she said "Thank you!" Clearly she saw me as a bigger man that day! (??) One of the first time in all the years of our association.
A new beginning? Not on your asses! Our oldest daughter whom I love to no end, and have referred to on this site as a "rebel without a clue," later explained the situation and what my comment had to mean in detail! Good times!
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It isn't a wife story but that guy actually said to me later, "So you think I am stupid?"
And so goes life!