Struggling this morning. I know it is better for Butch to stay away. And it's probably better for me too. As long as I don't go into his head, and start imagining how he must be feeling..... I'm ok. (Is he missing me? Ouch. Is he not missing me? Ouch.) Either way it's just painful. Unless I focus on my breathing, in the present second, and realize I
can get through this.
I keep listening to Marie Digby, "Beauty in Walking Away." It's such a poignant song. And I like all her stuff.
I noticed a bag next to my bed this morning. It was a Bath & Body Works bag, no tissue paper or anything, with a bottle of Victoria's Secret Pink lotion in it. ??? Here's my guess (Oh, how I love to write scripts!) -- Sundance is going to say he was thinking of me, so he got me a little something. Here's the joke/insult in that --
#1 The Bath and Body Works bag has been laying around our house since HIS birthday, when BARBIE gave him some gifts in it.
#2 I happen to know that EVERY TIME you buy something at Victoria's Secret, THEY GIVE YOU A GIFT BAG. Without fail, every time. (Anyone out there -- am I wrong???)
#3 My theory is, he bought something for HER at Victoria's Secret, and got me a bottle of lotion to .... what, ease his conscience? butter me up? appear "thoughtful"? (hmmmm -- think he's still got the receipt??)
Well, Barbie rates -- SHE got the BAG!
And whatever sumptuous sexy little lingeree that came inside of it, that she can put on her bombshell body.
She is supposedly in Hawaii with some girlfriends. I guess she's gonna have a nice homecoming present when she gets back. All I know is, I don't have to worry how many times she got "LEI'D" in Hawaii by how many strangers!
Or maybe he just regifted something Barbie had laying around -- I mean, she may have given it to him to give me, who knows? Or "one of his secretaries at work" gave it to him to give me -- ? He doesn't read this forum or he'd have a heads-up enough to make up another fucking story. I'm waiting to hear if he even mentions it. I certainly am not calling him to say, "what's this little gift I found by my bed this morning?" ("Awwww, honey, you SHOULDN'T HAVE.")
He thinks I am such a stupid fool. Good god, could that be because I've BEEN ONE, for 13 years?????
It's a bad feeling.
Then again -- Barbie got the bag, all right.
I hate being this way. I want to be loving. I want to be happy for him -- he's in love, right? Or in lust, at the least. She is sexy and exciting, and he is thrilled, and I could be so, so, happy for him. I'd even appreciate the way he (or she - ?) thought of me and got me a little something from VC too...... except he's LYING, to her AND to me. He is such a fucking shell of a man, a total sham, a shiny little mess. He is pathetic -- but I CAN'T AFFORD TO BE SYMPATHETIC TO HIM RIGHT NOW. That is a horrible play on my emotions.
I read a book, "The Sociopath Next Door," where an actual sociopath said, "What I want MOST from people..... their PITY." I simply cannot bear to think that this man I've lived with and loved for 13 years could really be a sociopath. It scares me and it grieves me. I kept looking for other things to explain his behavior, more "preferable" disorders, like OCD, ADHD, Narcissism, depression, post-traumatic stress disorder, sex addiction, alcoholism, or reasons like his dad abused him, he was too good-looking his whole life and he became a sex-symbol, no one understands him, he needs friends, he needs god, he needs therapy.......
Crap. What do
I need?
I need to BREATHE.