I learned another hard lesson today: I should not text late at night or when I’m feeling lonely and tired. This lesson was one that I should already have learned the night before (see the account of my last late-night texting adventure here). However, I am nothing if not hard-headed…
Yesterday my husband asked if we could meet after work today (Tuesday) to talk about this separation and our plans moving forward. At first I agreed, but then I really thought about it. I have a lot of things to consider. I have a lot of questions going on in my head.
When my husband came by yesterday to pick up some clothes his frowney face and surly attitude also told me that he wasn’t exactly feeling remorseful about his lying. At least it didn’t seem that way. He also made a comment that led me to believe he was going to push this whole thing off on me.
Keeping that in mind, I asked if he could wait until Thursday to talk since we already have a marriage counseling appointment set up at 9 am, and I want to make sure we are being productive. He said something like “Whatever is more convenient for you.”
I should have left it at that.
I fully intended to.
Then around 9 pm my husband texted me and said, “I just remembered there are two whole chickens in the bottom drawer in the fridge you should freeze them so they don’t go bad.”
First of all, I know that text is perfectly fine. It’s very nice of him to let me know that so the chickens don’t go bad. I never look in that bottom drawer and would not have known they were there.
Secondly, I realize that 9 pm does not sound very late to most adults on the planet. However, I was hopped up on medicine for my strep and ear infection and had been laying in bed for at least 30 minutes, so it was already too late for my brain to function properly.
Like a moron, I texted: “If you want to come over tomorrow night for dinner I might roast one of them.” Insert foot in mouth.
I want to defend myself by saying that I didn’t think before I texted. Bad idea. I had been thinking about roasting a chicken all day, but didn’t realize there were any in the house. We love roasting chickens with the rotisserie in the convection toaster-oven that I bought him for his birthday in August. We have this amazing smoked sea salt that makes them absolutely delicious. I knew I couldn’t eat a whole chicken by myself. I thought maybe dinner would be nice. Blah, blah, blah…
To his credit, he responded with, “I will let you know tomorrow.”
This morning, after getting sufficient sleep to improve my brain function and let all cold medicines wear off in the night, I awoke with a pit in my stomach. I quickly texted him, “That probably wasn’t a good idea.” I didn’t hear from him again until lunch-time today, when the following text disaster occurred:
Him: “I guess you are talking about having dinner together not being a good idea i never said that.”
Me: “Yeah, but it was kinda implied. And it might be a bad idea.”
Him: “If you say so.” (passive-aggressive much?)
Me: “I don’t. I just don’t know.”
Him: “That last statement does not make since to me. You know how you feel and by what you have been saying i dont think having dinner with me is what you want”
Me: “I do not really know what I feel right now. Thats the thing. I don’t know if it would help or hurt things so I guess the safest bet is to talk in MC.” (MC stands for marriage counseling)
Him: “All i know is “i dont know” has never been an acceptable answer from me yet im accepting it from you. I hope you figure it out then we will both know” (Ok, Buddy, now you’ve crossed a line!)
Me: “Its not fair to put everything on me. You put us in this situation with your lies then expect me to make all the decisions about where that leaves us.”
Him: “Im not asking where it leave us im asking where it leaves you.”
Me: “Thats the same thing.”
Him: “We should just keep this conversation for thursday.”
Me: “That’s exactly what I was saying.”
So, we now officially have a gag order in place until Thursday, at least in my mind. I think no contact for a day and a half really won’t be a bad thing.