Well, it was another fun evening last night. Ronnie came home, showered, ate and had a drink. A few actually. I had one, only because he kept asking if he was drinking alone – I succumbed to the peer pressure. But I figured it was late and bed would soon call. I’m SUCH the idiot.
He starts by stroking my hair, telling me how beautiful I am without makeup and that from the moment he saw me, he thought I was beautiful and that he wanted to get to know me. I thanked him. He did it some more, but he has been sleeping in the basement lately and has been very harsh and curt with me, and I am cool with that – TRUSS!
Then… it started. The arguing. He LOVES to hear himself argue with me. Probably because since I am not the arguing type, I keep my mouth shut and let him argue with himself. LOL As usual, he went on and on and fucking on! But I’m used to it now and turn him out like a screaming child on an airplane. Why did I have to see my friend before I went to NY? Why don’t I have anything to say? Why don’t I go and put on some lingerie and walk around for him in it? Why don’t I have ANY remorse? Why, Why, Why? These are all questions he knows the answer to, but he, himself, is like a child; talking and talking until SOMEONE gives in so he can have his way. But my will is strong; but he somehow managed to weaken me. I suppose since he was not getting a rise out of me, this is what he says next, “It’s your fault your son is gay. It’s YOUR fault he got molested and that’s why he is like that!” Very uncharacteristic of me, I decide this argument is over (that is usually his determination, but not tonight)! I got up and said, “I am going to bed!” THEN, he proceeds to follow me all over the house, arguing; while I am brushing my teeth, while I am undressing, while I am taking out my eyes, his voice is incessant, spewing shit that I have tuned out.
Those words hurt me. Although I KNOW it is not my fault, the things that happened to my son and how he is, HOW DARE HE?! HOW DARE HE SAY THOSE HURTFUL THINGS TO ME?! If there EVER was a chance for us to reconcile, he just tossed it out the window. I already am totally grossed out when I have to have sex with him, which I only do to end an argument or to shut him the hell up! Never because I desire him – not lately. Any chance of me feeling guilty for what I have done, aw come on, who I am kidding, I am GLAD I did what I did otherwise I would have missed out big time. I have been with my husband 20 years, yet his job was his unyielding mistress; the object of his desire and that which monopolized ALL of his time. I begged and pleded for him to spend time with me and his sons before I decided to cheat on him. I did not want to cheat on him because he never cheated on me, but yet… I felt CHEATED. No fancy restaurants, no weekend getaways (then who would work?), no time to take his kids to the park. No, work was the priority and that is when I made finding someone to spend my free time with a priority.
But back to the other shit – his hurtful words. I do not think I can EVER lay down with him again. Even though it took all I could muster to do it before, I don’t think I can ever do it again. How can I lay with someone who blames me for my son being gay AND for his molestation? How can I ever love him again after that? I choose my words VERY carefully so I know I do not say hurtful things, but he does not have that filter. If he said that to get a rise out of me, it worked. I will be rising up very soon to see a divorce lawyer because I can suffer no more. I want out and I want to see what the world has been like while I have been letting my life pass me by waiting for my husband to notice me and his sons.
My second son confessed to me that, because my hubby is never around, he wishes he had a step-dad who would do things with him. Well, son, I am sorry, I waitied so long waiting for your father to come around, but in time, your wish will be my command!