So I can be having a perfectly good day...a really good day and it can go bad with just one 'Ping'. Yep that is all it takes...one little 'Ping' from Yahoo messenger. Yesterday day was a really good day. Paul and I have been really trying to work on our relationship, doing things together, going out as a couple and just hanging out. Yesterday, after spending the morning together, we went out to brunch, then went to the art museum. We found something that was the perfect little gift for his dad, so we even stopped by his folks house. His brother, that I don't get along with, had also stopped by for a visit and even that didn't ruin my day.
We stopped at the store on the way home, to get the last few things we needed for dinner and when we got home, I needed some help getting dinner ready and 'Ping!' there she was! Yep.
My really good day was ruined. He wanted to stop everything and talk to his "bestie"! Just for a few minutes because he never gets to talk to her. It didn't matter that we had had such a good day all the way up to that point...that 'Ping!' and everything went sour. The whole day was a waste. The morning, the brunch, the time at the museum...all a waste, like it never happened...all with one little 'Ping!' It's all me, I know. But there's nothing I can do about it. I just hate the woman. Hate. I generally don't use that word. But she needs to GO!
I hate that he will drop whatever he is doing and run for the computer at the sound of that 'Ping!'. Oh Sherry's on...must stop everything...and I'm supposed to be okay with that? I don't think so!
I just can't stand it. Just the sound of it makes my stomach turn. 'Ping!' I don't even care what they talk about.
Friday night I tried to explain to him how hurtful to me it was that he calls another woman his best friend and he said I twist words around. That I read meanings into things that aren't there. That it's all semantics. That I mean more to him than that...blah blah blah. He just doesn't get it and I don't think he ever will. I'm wondering if this is a deal breaker for me. Truly. This 'Ping' really is almost too much for me to take.
He says he feels like he has to tell me what their conversations are. So he can prove that she isn't talking trash about me anymore. I really don't care what they talk about. I just want her gone.
I know the topic of their conversations...she's a tramp...she changes men more often than most women change tampons. She cusses like a sailor and when we were going through our rough patch she bad-mouthed me like nobody's business. What are her redeeming qualities? Oh, and he spends a significant amount of time telling her how pretty she is...that's enough to make me like her right?
Okay, he's a grown man and I don't have any right to tell him who he can be friends with. And I told him that. I did. And I'm not going to make him get rid of her. I don't have the right to do that.
BUT I don't think I should be subjected to that either. Why should I be subjected to the 'Ping' of her calling out to ~my~ husband over and over because she can't keep a man? And she wants attention from mine... It's not my fault she can't keep a man. I think she's been divorced a couple times. But hey, if it comes down to a competition, I'm not playing, I'm not in there. Paul got mad, he said its not a competition. I said your right, cuz I wont play. She wins. I won't compete. I'll walk away before I fight this stupid fight...this isn't 7th grade...
'Ping!' Yeah, that's a comforting sound, right? Yeah, honey, go talk to your trampy bestie! I'll just wait over here for when you want to come be with me. Just don't try to touch me afterward, cuz I'll be in bad mood that you wont understand...
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