Monday, February 27, 2006

Enveloped by Red Monster

Ding Dong, the gun is gone! My husband took me to the gun shop where he originally purchased his big handgun last week. I watched him receive a wad of cash after he turned it over to the manager. After our last reconciliation he volunteered, without my request, to put his firearm up for consignment. I was relieved. I am relieved that it is no longer riding illegally with him in his SUV. I am happy that I’m free of concern. He can’t bring it into our house and ever forget it, again. He can’t shoot himself in a moment of despair--or me or anyone else during a fit of rage.

My husband explained that he was deeply moved when he read my entries about his behavior. I thought he would be furious with me for my honesty. I thought he would explode and possibly attack me verbally and physically if he ever found my blog. I thought that it would destroy our relationship for good. Those things didn’t happen. He told me that he “actually cried” as he read my posts. He saw himself the way I saw him for the first time. He said that he also learned that I’m a damn good writer.

He has made numerous small and meaningful improvements lately, which have changed the whole feeling in our household. He is clean and well-groomed and extremely affectionate. Whenever his beard gets a little rough, I yell and giggle, “No whiskering! No whiskering!” as he kisses me all over. That is usually enough to remind him that it’s time to shave again.

He is trying to be more patient and helpful. He has gone grocery shopping with me, helped me cook meals and even folded some laundry. He explained that he is trying to be normal, which made me laugh. He pauses during these activities to wrap his long arms around me. I call him Red Monster, like the guy (Gossamer) from Bugs Bunny. Red Monster can be frustrating sometimes if I’m trying to get something done because he squeezes too tight and he won’t let go of me. I usually try to get out by prying his fat, hairy thumbs apart, but I have to be careful because his knuckles are dangerous.

He is making a valiant effort toward winning my affection and trust. It is working. Opening car doors and holding hands and offering support and listening and conversing and sharing are all new activities that are changing our relationship into something romantic, sweet and comfortable. We are sleeping next to each other in our extended king. I don’t think the sofa misses him, but I’m going to have to lock him out if he continues to wake me up at 5:00 in the morning everyday. I’d prefer to be sniffed, petted, licked and humped after 6:00.

Our relationship is beginning to encompass more than coupled body parts. We’ve always shared intense passion for each other, but now we’re sharing something more special. We’re becoming friends who f***, which is much hotter than I had ever imagined--and exactly what I have always wanted.

5 comments:

'Thought & Humor' said...

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If I could speak in any
language in heaven or
on earth but didn't love
others, I would only be
making meaningless noise
like a loud gong or a
clanging cymbal. If I
had the gift of prophecy,
and if I knew all the
mysteries of the future
and knew everything
about everything, but
didn't love others, what
good would I be? And
if I had the gift of faith
so that I could speak
to a mountain and make
it move, without love
I would be no good to
anybody. If I gave
everything I have to
the poor and even
sacrificed my body,
I could boast about it;
but if I didn't love others,
I would be of no value
whatsoever. Love is
patient and kind. Love
is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love
does not demand its
own way. Love is not
irritable, and it keeps
no record of when it
has been wronged.
It is never glad about
injustice but rejoices
whenever the truth
wins out. Love never
gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful,
and endures through
every circumstance.

May You Always
Experience This
Kind Of Love,
Dr. Howdy

Bud said...

This is all very positive. I hope it continues. I'm glad you're safer and happier

jbgrinch said...

this is all good news and I hope to see that he continues to do what a good hubby should. I was not too sure he would get the point and make the changes Im glad he is. I will continue to keep you both in my thoughts and prayers

jkirlin said...

do *NOT* let the Roomba go on consignment.




....well...

without letting me know first.

SCH said...

I'm glad you are starting to feel like your house is a home again. I'm extremely happy for you!