It happens from time to time. I remain in a semi dark state always...
but it happens. and I know their little affair marriage is crumbling. I sure do!
Last week was a very important day for me. and I received from my coworkers a gorgeous flower arrangement complete with a half dozen roses in it at work...and a gift certificate and card and party. got a call from darth once more from him at his lakehouse which is 99.9 percent built.
he calls to say he's picked up ds on day that's mine...said that he had half day at school and rther than ds being at after school, he took him to the lakehouse b/c it's "right around the corner" from school (maybe in reality 15 min. away). and as usual...the wistress is NEVER THERE during this time.
so I go over there...and as usual knowing there is gonna be contact, I make sure I look great. I do. I pull up in driveway. He is once again dressed to go out, not as somebody doing manual labor with the workers there. I pull up and he and I have a nice little talk about real estate and my house I am thinking of getting. It's friendly and he establishes tons of eye contact.
my ds sees me there and rushes outside screaming "mommy mommy you're here!" he runs and jumps into my arms again. My ds walks up to my vehicle and says "mommy you got pretty flowers in there...who gave them to you?" (THIS IS A 180 MINUTE IF THERE EVER WAS ONE)...I reply "oh honey, they're from a friend ...aren't they pretty?" My xh looks suddenly paler. He has no warm smile anymore. I am on the other hand glowing and beaming right back at him like no care in the world.
My ds gets into car and asks if he can hold my flowers in his lap on way home so he can sniff the roses...I say sure and MAKE SURE I GET THE FLOWERS OUT OF PASSENGER SEAT, WALK THEM AROUND TO THE BACK, AND HAND THEM TO DS...who is beaming the whole time...as if ds already knew.
I get in my vehicle and we pull out...suddenly one of the workers there...(very attractive, muscular and in early to mid twenties...very desperate housewifeish) stops me and flags me down at the end of the driveway..."Mrs. Darth, (he called me mrs. ha ha) your front tire is low...I stop. I get out, he rushes over and begins checking out my tire. He then asks "where are you headed..which way home? I know some guys at such and such station and I'll call them to have them fix this for you right up>"...my xh suddenly realizes this guy is giving me attention...a bit more than he should in fact...he comes RUNNING up the driveway...he immediately said to the worker, "I WILL HANDLE THIS...you go back to work." He then has me turn the tire, roll forwards and backwards and pronounces that "the tire is just fine. You are ok. You call ME if there's a problem ok?" I just [censored] my head, flip my hair and smile sweetly at him.
then suddenly his neighbor roars by in his very very very expensive suv. I kinda laugh at that as we used to have the exact same vehicle. I said "wow you don't see many of these around." xh says, "not only does he have that, but a lamborghini too". (to be known...the worker and two other workers are also hovering around within say 20 feet)...I smile with a mischevious little look and do my hair flip again and say "is he SINGLE?" two of the workers gasped. One giggled. My xh LOOKED LIVID. He said "I have no idea his marital status." then gets mad and storms off.
Now that is in theory how TO WORK THE 180...YOU SEIZE LITTLE OPPS TO THROW THE WS OFF BALANCE. toss a little monkeywrench into their fog machine. nothing like a little dose of reality that the BS IS A RED BLOODED PERSON WITH NEEDS, DESIRES, AND IS ALSO DESIRED BY THE OPPOSITE SEX EITHER...and the ws will also realize...OH NO...THE BS COULD BE SINGLE...the horror!
they want the OP seemingly...but deep down, they are NOT ready to let go of the bs either. Of course this is when 180 is used for fence sitting cake eating foggy brains.
and this was a perfect example of how to work it.
find little things and use your brain and work it guys and girls. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />
