Ummmmm...coach, this doesn't make any sense. If he's a "full professor" at Georgetown, a major university, why would he be leaving for a "fully tenured position at Cal State." It's truly a step down.

Is this guy what the English call a "p1ss artist"? Or does he have some sort of history of sexual harrassment at Georgetown, or what?

OK, I looked at the Georgetown and the UCDavis web sites and couldn't find anybody that looked like the guy. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Gee, don't I have anything better to do - like sleep or something?

Shouting this out, as said by LM, less calmly than COACH:



You're in my thoughts and prayers, COACH!!

OMG, I also hate the CELLPHONE TURNOFF ROUTINE!! YUK!!

Oh, UC Davis, not Cal State? Well, UC-Davis is a good school. But I would say Georgetown has a bigger reputation. Why the move? This guy might have a long history of sexual harrassment charges.

A move from Washington to Sacramento is a move to the comparative boonies -- professionally, it doesn't look like a good move. I'm not surprised his wife doesn't want to go. Especially if it's his behavior that's causing the move.

Coach, something doesn't smell right about that sitch.


Did you expose WW 7 years ago? Expose to the max now.

Hello Coach,

This is so unbelievably selfish that it is beyond words. She not only makes you lose all trust in her but she humiliates her daugher and her upcoming marriage. What an incredibly selfish and self-centered person. It makes me want to puke. My thoughts are with you. I wish you luck.

Hey coach:

How was dinner with friends last night?

Tell us how you're doing when you can.

-ol' 2long

So here’s today’s up date. I want to warn all that read this, however, that it’s long and if any here harbor any sad illusions about me….being a prince of a human kindness or the reincarnation of reasonable understanding and generosity of spirit…and al that good stuff, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! This is about me being at my best (at being a *****) and my not so best…to say the least.

So in walks my wife (I was reading in the living room when she waked in) and immediately explains that she went out shopping because I wasn’t home…ho hum. But where was I all night and why had I not answered my phone? To which I said nothing, but instead just stared at her.

She asked me “well……?” And still I just stared. Finally she asked if I was going to say anything…to which I replied…

“I have nothing to say,…not right now…and maybe not ever again.”

At that point took her bags and began walking into our bedroom and it was then that I made my first statement. And I swear it was said in the most conversational and non-confrontational tone of voice I have ever used.

I asked, “where are you going with those bags?” She responded, “to put them away.”

I asked, “where are you putting them?”

She responded,” in our bedroom.”

I responded, “that is no longer your bedroom and will not be until I am confident that it is a place that you still belong.”

Well from there it went down hill fast. LOL with a lot of “how dare yous” and “what do you means” and “how could yous” all said in a rather loud and passionate tone of voice. All to which I simply didn’t respond…until she got in my face!

I then responded to all her remarks by asking her if she had slept in my bed while I was gone Friday night. She was almost speechless due to the seeming disconnect of that question at that particular time and responded in the affirmative. To which I then responded by telling her to “change the damn sheets on MY bed before you do anything else.”

At which point she literally fell to her knees and broke down crying in such a way that 7 years ago I would have been on my hands and knees with her, promising her anything if she would just feel better and let me love her…But not this time. This time I just continued reading my book.

Well, the tears and moans did not abate so I left the room and went to the computer. Responded to a post from 2long and then took a shower. I had dinner plans, in that my darling wife was not originally expected home until today, so off I went.
Had dinner with some friends, said nothing about my current sitch, went out drinking with them and actually had a pretty good time. Came home at around 11:30 and the house was quiet. WW was sleeping in the guest room…AND…there were clean sheets on my bed! And if any one is wondering what would have happened if she had been sleeping in my bed and or my sheets had not be changed then please know that yes, it would have gotten very and seriously ugley! ‘Cause you’all got to know, I was loaded for bear and ready to get very confrontational…NO, change that to wanting too, looking for a reason too, desirous of…getting very confrontational! But instead, I just took Jakey (my most darling big, beautiful, boy standard poodle) out for a walk,…came home and went to bed.

This morning’s first conversation is not worth noting except I said nothing, LOL. I had my coffee and was going to take Jake out to the park to run with the other dogs for an hour or two, (it’s a Sunday ritual for us) when she simply said, “we have to talk.”

My response was my second salvo in my (mean spirited do you think?) initiative to SHOW her, not tell her mind you, but show her what I am thinking and feeling. I simply said (and again not raising my voice or being confrontational in any way) “…yes we do have to talk but not until you come back from the doctor’s office tomorrow with written proof that you have no STDs! “ At which point her mouth fell open, her eyes looked like they would bug out and for the first time I ever can remember, that smart mouthed, ***** was uttered speechless! (I told ya’all not to read this if you want to continue liking me).

I then took Jake for his Sunday morning play time and my cell started ringing! It was Laura (not acting like my daughter mind you but like Doctor shrink). She began pontificating on how poorly I was handling this matter with her mother to which I responded, that I didn’t want to hear any of her silly psycho babble bull**** and that if she was smart she would be real happy that I hadn’t gotten around to her sorry *** yet ...but that I would. That I most assuredly would and that by the way, if she had any illusions as to having the Prof and his wife to her wedding, that she better be sure that it didn’t happen or her father wouldn’t be there…and I hung up!

At that point I called my niece up in Bethesda and asked her to check out the Prof’s wife. Her husband is with the diplomatic core (Guatemala) and is privy to all the nasty rumors and gossip in DC so if there’s anything out there, he would hear. My neice is an IRS attorney and has many, many friends that are still with that agency. I didn’t ask, (I would never ask), but I kind of think that she may do some poking around for me as well. Let’s face it…butting in to people’s private lives can be interesting…and I get the impression that this lady is no shrinking violet for sure. So before I call her, I want to know a little something about her and her faithful spouse the Prof.

Right now, things are quiet here in the house. I am speaking to her and doing so as if there is nothing in the world that’s wrong. There’s’ just no endearments, touching, or other demonstrations of the intimate feelings we always have enjoyed before. I guess polite covers the matter.

I expect this to be a week long demonstration on my part regarding behavioral tolerance. On what I’m willing to tolerate that is! And I expect to make this demonstration one that will be noticed not just my WW but my children as well. I think it’s time that they all came to remember that their Daddy is not some simp and does have the facility to respond to disrespect in such a way that no one would consider pleasant.

More later and feeling much better.
Coach

PS. Ad & AM…You guys are crazy! LOL Don’t know why he’s moved out west. Implication was that it was about money…b-i-g money, none of which he used to help pickup the check when last we met! By the way…what did you do…Google Gregory Peck look alikes! LOL Am I going crazy here?

Jake sounds like a winner!

Pep<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

Coach -

Well your update was worth waiting for. I know all about being the wise one, the calm one, the one who always holds everything together. I think it is GREAT that you are showing your other side.

I know this is very painful and distressing for you. But you are making me proud. Your advice here has always been great. Now you are showing us another way to deal with this stuff. Stay calm - we are in your corner.

Hi, coach.

Looks like you handled it well.

I want to throw out one reminder to you, of which you are likely aware, but just in case; Your wife will try and use the same tactic with you that she used last time. She will want you to react, so that she can take whatever you dish out. She wants to do that to pay 'penance' for her calculated actions, hoping that making you feel justified will cause you to accept her back.

Last time she used that play to get what she wanted, sex with another man, and her family still intact.

She very likely planned this excursion expecting the same results, after all, it worked the first time. She even masterfully played your daughter.

I am sorry if that stings or if I am way off the mark, I surely do not intend to hurt you.

You are hurt, no matter how strong you are standing, and no matter how well you walk the walk.

Please be sure to talk to people that you trust here. Don't weather this storm alone.

God bless,
Gimble

Gimble said:
"Looks like you handled it well."

I would like to nominate this for the Understatement of the Year Award. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

coach, that was *** awesome!

I nominate this thread to be included in the ones that are saved and referenced. Boundary enforcement at its finest imo.

'bout that *tangled web* business

she's the one caught in her own web

just watch her squirm for now

the more she struggles the worse this will get for her

relax Jake's Coach ... you're driving this time

QUESTION:

Is there GPS tracking on your phone? How does one get those records? I know police can determine where a cell phone was .... even when no call was made .... hmmmmmmm

Pep<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

Coach:

A lot of people here contributed 2 my intestinal 4ti2de [edited by me because the *** over the prior word choice suggested something more "riske" than what I wrote!]. But you're the one that really clinched the deal for me.

Your post was inspiring, even funny!

...you're giving me ideas...

-ol' 2long

Well, I still like you, Coach!

And no, I'm not crazy at all.

A guy like the one you described has almost certainly manhandled his students -- and that's a no-no. The rumors of that -- or complaints from students that he was coming on to them sexually -- would cause big-time repercussions in any reputable institution nowadays. If he was sizing up your daughter, I have difficulty believing he would be a different man with his students. He seems to have a massive sense of entitlement and little self-control.

It's not a good career move. He may have gotten an increase in pay (though he would need one; housing and cost-of-living in California are not cheap). The move may be financial -- I really would look into the sexual thing. I would think it's a good chance he's leaving on a wave of complaints and possibly disciplinary actions.

Wow Coach. I have read your posts to others and only now read your story. All I can say is: WOW.

Well..... and the fact that I have immense respect and quite proud of how you handled yourself. Pretty near perfect example of how a BS should handle the WS' babble.

Notice how beneficial it is to stop the WS in their tracks and get the control of info into the hands of the BS. Time and truth are on your side.

All the best,
L.

Coach, if I could relive d-day I'd do it something like this.

Well done.

GC

He's gotta be a winner! He's a poodle. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Good job coach.

Susan <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

Coach for President, that's what I say.

Go, Coach.

So things are getting weirder and weirder. And I mean that! Very strange indeed!

I decided to take Jakey back out…to south beach where my boy can get his fill of admiration and ohs and ahs…LOL…did I ever write about how excruciatingly spectacular my boy is…tall dark and handsome…not pretty mind you…handsome! ( I am a very sick person when it comes to Jake) Any way, I just wanted to go any place so as not to be home with her.

I’m just about out the door and she approaches before I make my clean get away, with a “you know…we’re going to have to talk about this soon…you have to know the truth…this can’t go on…” line that she decided to lay on me. And I have been real good up till now...no raising my voice or engaging her in arguments…just controlled and patient coldness. But this parting shot touched me in a bad place…before I could help it the words were out of my mouth…LBs galore…but still…I did no raise my voice!

What I did do was reply with a very vindictive, acerbic and yes pompous (surprise, surprise…coach does do pompous or haven’t any of you noticed? LOL) mean spirited whip lash like response. I looked her right in the eye put my face toward hers, then told her strait out that I was quite sure that truth was a concept so foreign to her that if she were to encounter it in a dark room, she would never be able to sleep again. Further, I told her I wasn’t interested in any counterfeit rendition of her doing truth…that I would discover my own truth thank you very much and all I cared to have from her would be the facts; and they had better damn well be accurate or the truth as she would come to know from me would end up being a very lonely and solitary rendition for her.

My parting shot, (sorry, I was just to angry to walk away like a gentleman) was that I had no interest in hearing any thing from her or anybody else, from anywhere else until I had a note from her doctor telling me it was safe to breath the same air as she, my darling wife. And to be extra nasty, I told her she had better not use the same bathroom as I’m using until I had that damn note.

So I’m in my car heading down the beach and the cell rings. It’s my darling Laura and she wants to know again why I needed the Prof’s wife’s number in DC. And that she just spoke to Mom and that before I did anything to damaging to please just listen to mom and her. To which I responded *** off!

This to my sweet girl who I love more then life. Oh God, when I get this way…I am very difficult for even me to live with…it’s like my nature takes over and I’m outside myself watching this person carve up anyone in my path. Folks just generally stay away from me at these times…But make no mistake…Laura is involved in something here, what ever it is…right up to her eye balls…and I know it for a fact now. Otherwise she would stay clear of me till it was safe to come back. She does know me after all…very well.

So now I’m really on a tear…I am over the edge…I have to pull over and light up a cigar…to chill out a bit…and I’m thinking that tonight when I get home, I’m going to light up another in my own *** living room…(you have no idea what courage such an act would require, LOL) and if my WW doesn’t like it she can book her cheating *** into a hotel! So, I’m sitting there stewing and the *** phone rings again! This time a NYC number! Not Alyssa my oldest DD who either doesn’t know or doesn’t want to know or she would have been on me by now. So who was it? The daughter of the Prof! Is this getting squirrelly or what? Did I not say weird?

So this darling girl gets on the phone and I do everything to be as courteous as possible (especially given my mood) until she proceeds to ask me why I need her mother’s number in DC? To which I respond that this is an issue that is between her mother and I and really is none of her business. To which she responds that she is just so sorry for “everything” and haven’t Laura and my wife yet explained things to me…and that this is a really private matter that I was not ever intended to know anything about! The Gaul! To which I answered that I have not yet *ACCEPTED* any one’s explanation about anything and that if she wanted to discuss this with me further then she would have to wait until Thursday afternoon when I planned be in DC having lunch with her mother…at which time we could all teleconference from the restaurant. This was met with a huge in take of breath and a “you can’t…” and something else which I didn’t hear because I had hung up on her by then.

And am I full of **it or what? I haven’t decided when to speak with her mom yet, never mind make a lunch date! But what a great idea…she is some hottie! LOL Besides, given my WW’s jealous nature this would drive her premature admission into an ALF, LMAO! Love to see some nurse wiping the drool of he cheek! (I just slapped myself…no need to write your disapproval).

So that’s where things stand right now. She’s out doing what ever and who cares. Probably been invited to dinner by one of our friends…she is there little love you know. Ms. Perfect. And they are all so sure that I am just the luckiest…tempers back under control by the way and I’m my old lovable self..
Coach