After Thirty Years

You would expect your spouse or signicant other to know you a little better. MrP left Vicksburg and we were going to take a couple more days to get home. It turns out he, as usual had his own agenda which he didn't tell me about.

He worked road construction for 12 years as his dad did before him. Sometimes they would live in three places in one year. It was nerve wracking for him growing up making friends and changing schools that often. I suppose that is why he is kind of an introvert and is quiet when he doesn't know someone. He learned early on sometimes it is better to be quiet and observe. I, on the other hand learned that due to nervousness and new surroundings I often use humor and get people laughing to break the ice. That way if I do something stupid I can make a joke. A little background on him, anyway I digress.

Growing up he had fun with relatives and some neigbors but for the most part it was stressful. Every time we get in the car we end up on a looooooooooooong backroad, with the narrative of the life of MrP. Bring in the background music. He has lived all over Arkansas, Louisiana, and Mississippi so no matter which way we go unless it is north we get an unannounced trip through yesteryear. Now why would anyone that had a stressful life want to relive it over and over?

We end up in this little town and he starts driving the streets, I was surprised because, I again the unwilling victim, was not privy to this plan. I was ok with the old house they used to live in, and the ex's brothers two houses, one being the parents of the ex at one time. Then we got to the first place he and the ex lived after they were married and I started to get a little testy. After that I was shown the house his old girlfriend lived where I was told they made out on the couch in her living room. TMI

Come to find out this was the town his ex had grown up in and where they met. Can we say WTH are you telling me this for? The ex who made the divorce and getting the kids as nasty as possible. Who ran up credit cards we paid off, and who is crazy as loon. Her mother and mother before her actually spent time in the LOONY BIN. Mean as snakes. The ex, who made his life miserable.

I didn't say anything. We drove on, coming to the next town. It was late, for lunch so we stopped at Arbys which he informed me used to be an old Roy Rogers or something. I wasn't paying a lot of attention by this time because I was hungry and the sound of the ocean was beginning to pound in my ears making listening unenjoyable. Another town he lived in.

As we were leaving we were facing a nursing home that he said used to be a hospital. Where he mentioned his EX had a miscarriage. WTH? Was it before the first child? No, it was after the second child about 4 or 5 years which would be about 6 years before he met me. In 30 years you didn't think to tell me this when you met me after say ohhh a year at least? Do men not think things like this are important? Input from men welcome here.

The noise in my head became unbearable and the Hammer Came Down. I blew. I told him I did not enjoy going down memory lane when it involved his ex and he didn't even like her what was he doing this for. He said it was his life. I asked him not to do it and not to share any more with me. He never even wanted to hear my ex's name and asked me to destroy all the pictures of us at one time. What do you suppose he was thinking?

Another thing, why can't a woman get mad without a man getting mad back? AKKK! When we got to the third town it was one I recognized. We went there to pick up his kids for weekends. A five hour drive from home. Weekends she made us spend hours sitting in her driveway hoping we would go away and not get to see the kids. She wouldn't come home until after midnight. She even tore the rubber from around the window in her car and the house at the door trying to get him arrested for breaking and entering. Then we would have to take the worn out kids to a campground or hotel.

He didn't go see that house. Smart man. We didn't stop. We drove all the way home. He didn't speak to me the rest of the trip. I kind of thought that was a bonus.