Saturday, October 14, 2006
Picture this
I am laying in bed with my husband. All cuddled together. He then casually tells me, Hey hon? I want a divorce. I have found aother girl. She is cute and she is young. I will leave the house for you and I will pay the mortgage and bills" Let me say HEll THAT is fair. he continues "but I am not going to leave for another month or so. I still want to have sex and all if that is OK." I was flabbergasted. It was like a slap in the face. And then that is exactly what I did. slapped him in the face and ask him "How in the Hell are you throwing away 10 years and the kids for some little girl" His reply? "Well I like her more"
I was heartbroken. sincerely devistated. Thoughts of how in the heck I was going to make it with myself and the kids flooded my mind. Panic set in. Then the worst hit me. I would have to date again!!!! Who in the world would want me. Talk about a package deal! I didn't know how to date. It had been a LONG time.
I then thought of the shame of having to tell our families. I shot an email to my friend Michelle and told her everything. I called Scott and told him everything too. (the last two people I emailed last night) Then my MIL who sided with her son.....
At this point, I woke up. Shot straight up in bed. Still feeling the panic and pain. I look over and touch my husband who is still there, still sleeping very peacfully.
I calm down enough to go back tosleep. And I do. To go back to my husband leaving me. He is packing suitcases saying how that since I wasn't going to have sex with his while he was waiting on his girlfried that he may as well leave. He stops in our driveway near a bunch of broken down boxes. He swings his suitcase up like he is going to hit something. He says "I am going to put it out of it's misery" I yell "STOP!!!" I run over and there lies a bloody, severely injured German Shepherd. It looked like it got hit by a car. But it was still alive. I cussed my husband out for being a cold heartless SOB but I used some very sailoresque language. I told him to get the hell off of my property and gathered up this bleedinghelpless animal and took him into the house. Up run our two shepherds sniff the dog and do not leave his side. They guard him. I am in tears at this point. I try to find someone to call. I call 911. She says she will send over someone when they can get to it. I hang up the phone and look out the window and I see this ratty old van that is here to collect the dog. They are taking him to the petcemetary. But he isn't dead I shout! I tell the guy to leave. I try to look up our local animal shelter and I try to type in the search, on dh's laptop each key was replaced with not a letter but a girls picture! what an asshole not only did he leave me but he is now endangering this dog by messing with the computer.
Now this dog is standing next to me. Doing a Shepherd LEAN. Those who do not have shepherds don't know this "I love you Lean" he pulls away and I am covered in blood.
I finally get a vet they stitch up the dog and tada he is on the road to recovery. And then... RIIIIING I get my morning wake up call
Odd no???
I think the first time I woke up last night I may have asked dh is he was happy and if he were leaving me, I cannot for sure remember
Want to take a stab at interpretation of that sucker????
I was heartbroken. sincerely devistated. Thoughts of how in the heck I was going to make it with myself and the kids flooded my mind. Panic set in. Then the worst hit me. I would have to date again!!!! Who in the world would want me. Talk about a package deal! I didn't know how to date. It had been a LONG time.
I then thought of the shame of having to tell our families. I shot an email to my friend Michelle and told her everything. I called Scott and told him everything too. (the last two people I emailed last night) Then my MIL who sided with her son.....
At this point, I woke up. Shot straight up in bed. Still feeling the panic and pain. I look over and touch my husband who is still there, still sleeping very peacfully.
I calm down enough to go back tosleep. And I do. To go back to my husband leaving me. He is packing suitcases saying how that since I wasn't going to have sex with his while he was waiting on his girlfried that he may as well leave. He stops in our driveway near a bunch of broken down boxes. He swings his suitcase up like he is going to hit something. He says "I am going to put it out of it's misery" I yell "STOP!!!" I run over and there lies a bloody, severely injured German Shepherd. It looked like it got hit by a car. But it was still alive. I cussed my husband out for being a cold heartless SOB but I used some very sailoresque language. I told him to get the hell off of my property and gathered up this bleedinghelpless animal and took him into the house. Up run our two shepherds sniff the dog and do not leave his side. They guard him. I am in tears at this point. I try to find someone to call. I call 911. She says she will send over someone when they can get to it. I hang up the phone and look out the window and I see this ratty old van that is here to collect the dog. They are taking him to the petcemetary. But he isn't dead I shout! I tell the guy to leave. I try to look up our local animal shelter and I try to type in the search, on dh's laptop each key was replaced with not a letter but a girls picture! what an asshole not only did he leave me but he is now endangering this dog by messing with the computer.
Now this dog is standing next to me. Doing a Shepherd LEAN. Those who do not have shepherds don't know this "I love you Lean" he pulls away and I am covered in blood.
I finally get a vet they stitch up the dog and tada he is on the road to recovery. And then... RIIIIING I get my morning wake up call
Odd no???
I think the first time I woke up last night I may have asked dh is he was happy and if he were leaving me, I cannot for sure remember
Want to take a stab at interpretation of that sucker????
