Running with scissors...
Greetings Jennifer—
Here is your horoscope for Sunday, October 30:
You're due for quite the emotional moment, regardless of who you're with,
where you are, or what your companion says or does. Basically, the universe has posted an astrological Hallmark card that's a real tear-jerker. Open it and enjoy it.
While I can't quite say this day has turned out to be even close to a tear-jerker, it has been pretty disquieting & I am not enjoying it at all...
Tommy & I had a very long talk early this morning—one which continued as he drove over the Causeway, arrived home, showered, and then settled down on the sofa with a beer. We talked the entire time, mostly being nice.
But he's also pissed. Two months after the fact. I mean, I told him in late August that I'd spoken with his son when I was unable to locate him (Tommy) after Katrina. He never asked what we talked about, other than how I explained myself to him (our long-ago affair, during which time the son was born). However, this morning he asked for details...
Well, it wasn't very pretty, to say the least, even though I omitted some of his son's more hurtful remarks. He was furious & vehemently denied allegations of a lifetime of cheating well as that Cherry & he did not have a happy marriage. This was nothing but solid gold bullshit, however, since he himself told me months ago that while they had a 'nice if unfulfilling' marriage, it was nothing like the extraordinary one we would have had, had we been free to marry... He plans on confronting his son about all of it today, as he is in town. God, let it not be too brutal...
This went on & on for almost an hour & a half—broken up by a more light-hearted exchange when I asked him if he wanted to come over & fuck me. He returned by asking me to come over there & fuck him. Too bad this didn't happen last Saturday when I could have dashed right over...
I don't know where we're going from here. He has almost totally gone back inside himself, save for that we still are talkining. I'm writing him a rather direct letter saying, more or less, to shit or get off the pot. I'm praying he'll think it over long & hard—realize all he has in me—& stay...
Here is your horoscope for Sunday, October 30:
You're due for quite the emotional moment, regardless of who you're with,
where you are, or what your companion says or does. Basically, the universe has posted an astrological Hallmark card that's a real tear-jerker. Open it and enjoy it.
While I can't quite say this day has turned out to be even close to a tear-jerker, it has been pretty disquieting & I am not enjoying it at all...
Tommy & I had a very long talk early this morning—one which continued as he drove over the Causeway, arrived home, showered, and then settled down on the sofa with a beer. We talked the entire time, mostly being nice.
But he's also pissed. Two months after the fact. I mean, I told him in late August that I'd spoken with his son when I was unable to locate him (Tommy) after Katrina. He never asked what we talked about, other than how I explained myself to him (our long-ago affair, during which time the son was born). However, this morning he asked for details...
Well, it wasn't very pretty, to say the least, even though I omitted some of his son's more hurtful remarks. He was furious & vehemently denied allegations of a lifetime of cheating well as that Cherry & he did not have a happy marriage. This was nothing but solid gold bullshit, however, since he himself told me months ago that while they had a 'nice if unfulfilling' marriage, it was nothing like the extraordinary one we would have had, had we been free to marry... He plans on confronting his son about all of it today, as he is in town. God, let it not be too brutal...
This went on & on for almost an hour & a half—broken up by a more light-hearted exchange when I asked him if he wanted to come over & fuck me. He returned by asking me to come over there & fuck him. Too bad this didn't happen last Saturday when I could have dashed right over...
I don't know where we're going from here. He has almost totally gone back inside himself, save for that we still are talkining. I'm writing him a rather direct letter saying, more or less, to shit or get off the pot. I'm praying he'll think it over long & hard—realize all he has in me—& stay...
posted by UptownGrrl at 5:35 PM
1 Comments:
I suppose you don't say specifically what his status was when his son was born, but I would not marry the kind of person who would cheat on his wife while she is giving birth to their child.
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