Jan 13, 2015
So this is a journal about my bad mood the last couple days. It's kinda long, so bare with me....
It all started Saturday. We'd been out shopping. On our way home, we saw one of DH's buddies. He was walking to the mall when it was really cold and windy, so we offered to give him a ride. DH's friends name is Greg. But his nickname is Porky. And I will explain the nickname in a few.
So I slid over and Greg sat beside me. He then kept going on thanking us for the ride, how he's sitting beside a cutie etc etc...And then literally picked up my hand that was sitting in my lap and put it on his leg right by his knee. I was stunned, and just sat there. Yes my hand was left there for a few moments. I then looked at DH and he gave me a look like "what are you doing?". So I took my hand off, and Greg says "you can put your hand right back there". I did for like literally all of 2 seconds then took it off and pretended to run my fingers through my hair. And yes, looking back hindsight 20/20, I should have taken my hand off right away. But the moment was so awkward, I was shocked.
DH acted a little weird for a little while, but then he was fine. We had sex Saturday night. He was fine all day Sunday, we went out to do some errands etc and had sex Sunday night. But then we had our issue of Preston waking up in the middle of the night and not wanting to go back to sleep. So DH was tired and crabby. And quite frankly, so was I. But those are the moments when he can say mean things. So DH was going on one of his rants about how he hasn't had much sleep, and he's gotta be on the road all day...just his usual BS. But this is where it changes. He starts on about how I care more about making other people happy vs my own family. And that I'd rather touch other men then my own husband. And are you ready for the kicker? This is where he says, "you know that makes you a s lut right?". Yes ladies, he called his own wife a s lut! Then he goes outside for a smoke without saying another word.
He left me completely and utterly speechless. I said not a word when he came back in. I was not going to create a fight at 2 am when Reilly was sleeping and trying to get Preston back to sleep. He went back to bed. As soon as I got Preston back into bed, I grabbed my pillows and blanket and slept on the couch. Didn't say anything to him in the morning, didn't text him, nothing...And even today day 2 of the silent treatment, he's only said maybe a dozen words and they were about the kids. Last night, I was trying to put it out of my head (hard to do, but we can't do this silent treatment forever), when we went to bed I tried to give him a kiss goodnight but he was facing the wall so I couldn't.
Now you have to understand, there is absolutely no interest whatsoever in Greg. And if you saw him, you would understand. The guy is almost twice my age (about 67), about 5'6 or so and weighs I'm guessing about 350 pounds! Does my DH seriously think I'm interested in that?!?!
As far as I'm concerned, calling me a s lut trumps what I did.