"I feel like all I am is trash to you. I'm just TRASH!"
That was the culmination of a gigantic blow-up fight I had with my wife, after the zoo and before our date-night concert with my brother and his wife.
Rewind to the night before. We got home, she went to bed and I stayed downstairs until she fell asleep. Next morning, before the zoo, she comes down from bed acting like nothing happened and suggests Krispy Kreme hot doughnuts (she is an addict, and my son likes them - "Dohwn-dohwn's!?!!") I was quiet, and perhaps a bit snippy. She threatens to stay home from the zoo. "Good, stay home!" Power-play fail, Mrs. RTB.
Zoo went alright. My brother's wife spent more time by my side with my son than with her own kids. She took more video of him and me than her own kids as well. That was the only observation I made regarding odd behavior.
Fast-forward to getting ready to leave for our double-date. I can't recall what really sparked our argument (supposedly "the way I talk"), but it was full-on screaming back-and-forth. That resulted in her typical, "I'm not going anywhere with you!" Anyway, instead of giving a play-by-play, it resulted in me putting her in her place for her behavior the night before - to which she had no reply. I then calmed my voice and told her I was sorry for yelling, blah-blah-blah, and that's when she said, "I just feel like I'm trash to you." Ding-ding-ding! There was the problem. She felt like nothing to me (my aura, etc.?). So, I lifted her up enough to get her feet moving, she admitted her wrong-doing and apologized, and we left to pick up my bro and SIL.
Dinner went great, seemingly no IOIs from my SIL, but as we were in a nearby college town, there were a few tables of girls out to dinner. A blonde at one of these tables kept looking at me. I didn't think much of it until the other girl with her back to me started to turn around in her chair to look at me, too. Pretty obvious stuff.
At the concert, a couple with a slightly-older (maybe 38-40 yr old) blonde sat next to me. While sitting she sat with high-and-tight crossed legs, one hand over her crotch. The other hand played with her neck, chin, and lips. I noticed half-way through the concert she was mirroring me and looking over, pretending to look past me. That's as far as any of it went, but I found myself laughing about it a lot during the show. On my other side, I had laid my hand on my wife's thigh, and she laid her head on my shoulder. All was well there. That was it for the concert - this was no Kanye West concert, lol. We were some of the youngest people in the entire place. I'll say this, their music inspires me to want to enjoy an Endless Summer and test my aura on some California Girls.
That was the culmination of a gigantic blow-up fight I had with my wife, after the zoo and before our date-night concert with my brother and his wife.
Rewind to the night before. We got home, she went to bed and I stayed downstairs until she fell asleep. Next morning, before the zoo, she comes down from bed acting like nothing happened and suggests Krispy Kreme hot doughnuts (she is an addict, and my son likes them - "Dohwn-dohwn's!?!!") I was quiet, and perhaps a bit snippy. She threatens to stay home from the zoo. "Good, stay home!" Power-play fail, Mrs. RTB.
Zoo went alright. My brother's wife spent more time by my side with my son than with her own kids. She took more video of him and me than her own kids as well. That was the only observation I made regarding odd behavior.
Fast-forward to getting ready to leave for our double-date. I can't recall what really sparked our argument (supposedly "the way I talk"), but it was full-on screaming back-and-forth. That resulted in her typical, "I'm not going anywhere with you!" Anyway, instead of giving a play-by-play, it resulted in me putting her in her place for her behavior the night before - to which she had no reply. I then calmed my voice and told her I was sorry for yelling, blah-blah-blah, and that's when she said, "I just feel like I'm trash to you." Ding-ding-ding! There was the problem. She felt like nothing to me (my aura, etc.?). So, I lifted her up enough to get her feet moving, she admitted her wrong-doing and apologized, and we left to pick up my bro and SIL.
Dinner went great, seemingly no IOIs from my SIL, but as we were in a nearby college town, there were a few tables of girls out to dinner. A blonde at one of these tables kept looking at me. I didn't think much of it until the other girl with her back to me started to turn around in her chair to look at me, too. Pretty obvious stuff.
At the concert, a couple with a slightly-older (maybe 38-40 yr old) blonde sat next to me. While sitting she sat with high-and-tight crossed legs, one hand over her crotch. The other hand played with her neck, chin, and lips. I noticed half-way through the concert she was mirroring me and looking over, pretending to look past me. That's as far as any of it went, but I found myself laughing about it a lot during the show. On my other side, I had laid my hand on my wife's thigh, and she laid her head on my shoulder. All was well there. That was it for the concert - this was no Kanye West concert, lol. We were some of the youngest people in the entire place. I'll say this, their music inspires me to want to enjoy an Endless Summer and test my aura on some California Girls.
