Saturday Night's All Right
Sitting here in my living room, listening to New Grass Revival, marveling at how much I like the new house with all the boxes unpacked. My husband and I made a big push this week to get everything in order, because we flew his kids up for the weekend. They're all in the family room right now, playing a game of cut throat Texas Hold 'Em. I went out early, betting heavily on two pair. Just like on TV, my husband drew a better hand on the river. "You gotta know when to hold 'em..." Oh well... I can live without that three dollar buy-in.
For the past two days, I've been trying like hell to quantify my husband's relationship with The Other Woman without success. I've thrown away draft after draft because words are failing me -- I can't find a way to make my point because, no matter how hard I try, I cannot get my head around it. My fondest wish is that I'd have no point to make -- in a perfect world, The Other Woman would just be one of my husband's former colleagues...
I think the thing that's making it so hard is that we're having such a great time. The move went well, we're settling into our jobs, we really like the new place, the kids like the new place so much that they're making summer plans around it, and I've never felt more in the middle of THEIR family unit as I have this weekend. I'm living the life I wanted -- except for all these unresolved feelings about his infidelity, things are as close to perfect as I could imagine.
Stay tuned while I puzzle through it.
The Wife Who Knows
2 Comments:
I'd let it go. Has he been unfaithful since you were married. I'd kill for your marraige.
I read your blog, cover to cover, and am now anxiously waiting for the next installment.
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