My husband had intercourse with the Evil Bitch a year ago today.
I know this specifically because he wrote it in a letter to me last November. His timeline of his affair.
Was it the first time they had sex? No. You see, to a woman, sex is defined by any sexual touch. To men, sex is defined by intercourse. I don’t know the specific date they had “sex” – he doesn’t recall. After all, it was “dozens of times” (they touched, kissed and other things). Yeah, that makes me feel so much better…
Therefore, it was more than one year ago he had “sex” with her in my mind.
How do I feel today? What am I doing?
Well, I feel distant about it. Not really hurting horribly. I guess a bit numb. Time helps. Our progress in healing has helped. My attitude helps.
Do I still want to rip every hair out of her head and break her teeth? Youbetcha!
Where is my husband today? Well, he’s on his way to a big college football (American football) game with his brother. He won’t be home until late tonight. Tailgating is a sport in itself around here.
Does my husband have any idea what day is today and what it means? Probably not.
However, he is very aware how many days it is until we leave for Bermuda. He has been counting those days down since two+ weeks ago. I’m happy about that. It makes me feel loved and hopeful.
So, instead of wallowing in any self pity, I’ve got plans to get myself out of the house.
First, mani/pedi – it’s time for some dark nails to ring in the autumn weather! After that, my girlfriend and I will walk around a nearby town’s cheese festival (yes, it is festival season, after all). Then, I will take my oldest son out for a great dinner. And then, at the end of the night, I’ll probably watch some soppy chick flick and ball my eyes out as an excuse to let it all out.
Will I throw the date in my husband’s face? No. I won’t mention it. It’s one of the many wounds I will carry for the rest of my days.
So, chin up, getting my ass up and starting my day.
Happy September 13th, everyone…