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Thursday, May 21, 2009 12:52:55 AM
These past two weeks have been rather intense, I lost my beloved better half twice, though we've finally managed to see life without each other would be a far more shite experience.
In my 'convinced I'm doing the right thing even though I know I never know what that is' true male fashion, a female friend (they exist, in suspicious amounts here) stayed over mine for a night as she was in distress, had nowhere else, couldn't say no.
Now, baring in mind my beautiful lady had somewhat of an issue with this friend, I thought it best to keep schtum about her visit. My less-than-logical-logic was she would just sit there being paranoid, and worry herself half to death. A note of reference: if you ever feel the urge to cover something up, don't do it in the first place.
So the inevitable happens, she becomes suspicious and asks me. The right thing to do? Fess up. The wrong thing I did? Selfishly covered my arse in a panic. A note of reference: never, ever do this. Unless you've committed murder.
Then, the even more inevitable enjoys its apparition, more clues point to what had gone on. I'm backed in to a corner, finally tell the truth, and receive my well-earned 5 or 6 days of back and forth torture and abuse for being such a disrespectful, selfish, bald-faced liar.
I've managed to explain that this type of bullshit is not my rule of thumb, that I made a stupid decision (with the intention of not causing harm) and it snowballed. I'm sure some readers can associate. Learn to see the signs of the snowball dear friends, and stop it as soon as you can. The longer it gathers snow, the harder it feels when it smacks in to your face.
We're happy and moving on, but some trust has been lost. It does feel like trying to prove I'm sane, when I'm trying to prove I can be trusted, but I fully accept that as a tiny price to pay for such a wonderful lady that deserved none of it.
In my 'convinced I'm doing the right thing even though I know I never know what that is' true male fashion, a female friend (they exist, in suspicious amounts here) stayed over mine for a night as she was in distress, had nowhere else, couldn't say no.
Now, baring in mind my beautiful lady had somewhat of an issue with this friend, I thought it best to keep schtum about her visit. My less-than-logical-logic was she would just sit there being paranoid, and worry herself half to death. A note of reference: if you ever feel the urge to cover something up, don't do it in the first place.
So the inevitable happens, she becomes suspicious and asks me. The right thing to do? Fess up. The wrong thing I did? Selfishly covered my arse in a panic. A note of reference: never, ever do this. Unless you've committed murder.
Then, the even more inevitable enjoys its apparition, more clues point to what had gone on. I'm backed in to a corner, finally tell the truth, and receive my well-earned 5 or 6 days of back and forth torture and abuse for being such a disrespectful, selfish, bald-faced liar.
I've managed to explain that this type of bullshit is not my rule of thumb, that I made a stupid decision (with the intention of not causing harm) and it snowballed. I'm sure some readers can associate. Learn to see the signs of the snowball dear friends, and stop it as soon as you can. The longer it gathers snow, the harder it feels when it smacks in to your face.
We're happy and moving on, but some trust has been lost. It does feel like trying to prove I'm sane, when I'm trying to prove I can be trusted, but I fully accept that as a tiny price to pay for such a wonderful lady that deserved none of it.
