As the faucet opens more and more, more and more information gets spilled out. One of those things is music. Now, I have long known the importance of music to the other woman and the importance to the other woman as it related to the men she was with. Apparently with the other man she was sleeping with there were dropbox accounts with playlists of those songs. I checked with my own husband and could not find any such accounts, and he stated (although this was a long time ago that I asked him) that no such accounts existed. However, what he has told me is (and I kind of knew this) she would take a song that she liked and project the feelings that she had about the song onto my husband. She wanted him to essentially feel what she was feeling. An example is As She’s Walking Away by ZBB. Clearly a song from a man’s point of view that she liked because she wanted him to feel it. And this is just one of many songs that she threw his way in an attempt to make him feel what she wanted him to feel. There are so many more, all of which he has now shared with me.
I have a lot of songs that make me think of my husband, but I’ve never liked a song and expected him to like that song and I’ve certainly never asked him to feel anything when he listened to said song. The humorous thing in this whole thing is he does not care for country music, and many of the songs she wanted him to like were country songs. He wasn’t going to like them no matter who asked him to like them. But he pretended. This is the part I find irritating. In all fairness I never asked him to like any song i liked. But, if I had I was pretty sure he would not have participated. So why did he put up the charade with her? Oh yeah, I forgot, small price to play for a fabulous blow job.
Okay, no more being snarky, I promise. Things are crazy right now. A lot of sports (daily) and a very ill great aunt. We are traveling a lot right now. And all of that traveling has us talking way more about things than we usually do. Sometimes we keep the conversation light, but when you’re fatigued and traveling back toward home alone in the car the conversations seem to flow much more profusely. We have been talking about so many of the issues that were once hidden away somewhere inside of him. Mostly about his feelings towards everything. The last question I asked him last night on the way home from the hospital was how he felt about her. He answered with one sentence. I wish her well.
I wasn’t surprised by his answer at all. He refuses to let her bring him down anymore than she already has. I have no doubt that he does wish her well. I wish her well. There’s no reason not to wish her well. In reality we are probably the only two people on the planet who genuinely wish her well. I’m including herself in that equation. When people do things to harm themselves, as she has done so often in the past, they need advocates, even if they are silent ones.
My next posts will likely be related to our in-depth conversations about her and the affair from his mouth. I’m trying to gear myself up for writing that all down. It’s easy to relay my feelings here–and a comfort. But, relaying his feelings is a different story. I will have to see how that goes.