So here’s my current sordid tale of woe, LOL. And I’m laughing at my self by the way, not the situation. It’s a sardonic kind of laugh that recognizes myself a rather laughable object of derision at this point. Besides, laughing at myself helps…I don’t know why but it just does.
In any case my most immediate challenge is to tell this story with the necessary details needed to give you folks an accurate over view; but to do it in less then 10 trillion words.
So here it is in a nutshell, (a long nut shells for sure),…So if any of you guys don’t feel like trudging through this mess, please don’t feel any obligated. In fact, while I always enjoy reading thoughts and comments from all of you, no response is really required at this point at all. Writing this is really the only therapy I require…like a rat in a trap…who knows the situation is hopeless…but struggles with it never the less…hoping at the very least to just understand.
So lets go back a few months (9 to be exact), to a trip my darling wife and I took back home to NYC. Laura my middle daughter who lives in San Francisco and is a PhD in physiology by the way, had flown east to meat us and celebrates the fact that she just became engaged. Her intended was with her and we were going to take her and her young man out to dinner at a rather pricy French restaurant called La Goulet, on Madison…very good!
My oldest daughter (who lives in NY) said she couldn’t make it and my youngest daughter couldn’t get into town…she was dragon boat racing that weekend; (she lives in Portland). My son was in Europe as was my other daughter (I have 4!).
So at the last minute Alyssa decides that she can make it and comes along with her husband and 3 children (all very young) so now we’re 9 for dinner. And then surprise, surprise Jill shows up, (the dragon boat race was put off or some such [censored]) so she surprises us and now we’re 10! Ok, so its family party so what?…I decide to take 2nd mortgage out on my condo in FL. and not give it another thought! LOL
So as my lovely Laura and her fiancé arrive, she is accompanied by another one of her old friends from NY, her husband and her parents! Hummm, 14, which La Goulet can not seat. So as the “party” stands at the bar drinking wine, yours truly is on the phone making a new reservation at Carmines up on the west side. It’s a family style Italian restaurant know for its quality and huge portions and can be hard to get into sometimes but I was lucky and so a $350 bar tap and 4 cabs latter, we all arrive and get seated.
Now here’s the good part. The parents of Laura’s friend live in the DC area. She’s an executive in the insurance industry or some such crap and he’s a full professor of English Literature at Georgetown. She is quite attractive…quite…(does the word Hot mean anything?) and so is he; yuk! Rather tall, about 2 inches taller then my 5’ 11,” very thin and distinguished looking…think Gregory Peck and you’ll get the idea. He’s looking over my daughter’s like they’re the appetizer and his wife is chatting up Laura’s fiancé and Alyssa’s husband. Very touchy feely?…So Ok, no big deal…except the check which of course I pick up…(talk about pain!)
However, during the course of the evening the Prof mentions that he is leaving Georgetown to accept a fully tenured position at Cal State, Davie (sorry bout the spelling). So he will be going out there the following Monday to take up residence. His wife will wait until the end of the prep school term (some strange 3 or 4 term program) which their son attends and then follow him…this all to take place at the end of March.
So, I pay (did I mention that before) and off they all go while I silently weep at my severely diminished financial status…and of course the Prof and his wife insist that when we next go west to visit Laura, that we must call so that they can return the favor and entertain us. Nice gesture but who cares.
And my darling Laura is just gushing over the sexy Prof while she and her friend, (the Pro’s daughter) discuss the bad attitude of the prof’s wife and how difficult she’s been about the up coming move.
So it seems that their marriage was in some difficulty but they both agreed that his new position was a can’t turn down offer and so it went. Until about a month ago when I hear my wife on the phone, discussing the Prof’s marriage with Laura. It seems that his wife has kept putting off the move, claiming that their son was reacting badly to making the transition. So now the Prof has been alone out there for about 4 months and the conversation between my wife and Daughter is about how foolish, mean, and yatta, yatta, yatta the Prof’s wife is and how sad and lonely the Prof has been and so for the and so on.
And me, being the sensitive man that I am, LOL, LMAO, couldn’t care less and pay no further attention.
So now we come to Monday of this week. My darling wife is flying west to attend the last (thank you God for this at least) engagement party for Laura. It was Tuesday night, compliments of the groom’s family; they are very nice. I couldn’t attend (being that some one has to work ‘cause Weddings are expensive) but my wife is rich I guess so off she went.
Now my wife and I have certain special rules in place, which we fastidiously observe when ever we are apart…especially in light of a certain incident that took place almost 7 years ago! I mean, this is stuff that’s written in stone! You know, the “so it is written and so it shall be” kind of stuff?
The rules are really kind of simple. She calls me every morning at 7:00 AM no matter what. She calls me at noon, everyday, no matter what. She calls me every day at 8:00 PM no matter what. She calls me every night before she goes to bed, no matter what!
4 calls a day is the rule and she answers any and all questions honestly and with out equivocation during these calls. And by the way, the same deal stands for me as well.
So during my Tuesday night call 9after the party) she tells me that she and Donna (mother of the groom) are planning a next day “day trip” to wine country. She is staying at Laura’s by the way and I tell her to have a good time.
So Wednesday morning I get my call and she tells me that she’s off. At noon I get my noon call and she tells me that she and Donna are having such a great time that they are thinking of making it an overnight trip. So, OK I tell her to have fun and so on. It’s Wednesday night and I get NO 8:00 PM call. Worse yet, she isn’t answering her cell phone. I’m a bit troubled but give her a pass thinking she and Donna may still be at dinner and things possibly just slipped her mind. My cell rings at 10:00 and she apologizes to me for missing her call to me and explains that she just lost track of time.
So it’s now 11:00 PM and I don’t think any more of it (she just called me an hour ago after all) but then my phone rings showing it’s Laura calling. She’s worried because she hasn’t herd from her mom all day and wants to know if I had and…she wants to know where her mother is. I tell her yes I herd from her and not to worry but that I don’t see what her problem is anyway. I tell her that she and Donna are staying over night in wine country and hasn’t Donna checked in with her husband to let him know?
Laura then asks what the hell Donna has to do with anything and what the hell wine country has to do with anything? She tells me that her mom had accepted an invitation from the Prof to visit him and tour Cal Davie for the day and was expected home hours ago!
Now understand, she is visiting him, the Prof…his wife is back home in DC. So I tell Laura that if she’s concerned, to call her mother and find out what’s going on. She says that she’s been trying to do that but mom’s phone is turned off. So I suggest that she call the Prof and ask to speak with her mom,…just to be sure that her mom is ok of course…and to ONLY call me back if her mom is still missing or has run into some problem. ‘Cause at that point, I really don’t want to speak with any one!
Well 10 minutes later Laura calls me back and simply tells me that she spoke to her Mom, that she is OK and that she will be calling me in just a few minutes…at which point I thanked Laura and then turned off my phone!
And in that I’m such a mature man, I haven’t spoken to my wife since. LOL I have spoken to Laura, however, who called to let me know that her mother would be home Friday night (last night) instead of Sunday night and said that she understands that I’m angry but that I should really speak to her mom.
I said thank you and good by to Laura and took my dog for a long ride up to Martin County last night. Stayed over night on Indian River at great Marriot that allows dogs and is right on the beach. They also have computer access so I managed to entertain myself for the evening; and I just got home. My cell has been off all this time and to be honest, I haven’t even listened to V/M messages from her…about 10 of them. She is not home now but when she gets here, it should be entertaining. LOL
So, that’s where I am right now. But I’m determined not to loose my temper, or say one mean or threatening words. I will instead listen to everything she has to tell me and say nothing UNTIL I have the whole story! Then I have plenty to say but it will be in my own way and in my own time…and I will say it when I decide what I really want or don’t want to do…but there is one thing for sure…she had better not try to touch me or kiss me. My stomach couldn’t take it. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />
Coach
