A little background before I begin….Susan has this ex boss, D, I mentioned him here. I have expressed anger before because of the way he treated her. What kind of husband wouldn’t be a little pissed off if his wife was mistreated by a manager? I have even gone as far as to say how I would love to kick his ass. I was sure to say that I wouldn’t dream of doing so until she quit the job and I was to see him out in public somewhere. I would never go to the work place and be anything but distantly cordial if I were to see him. Much like the way I was the last time I saw him in person. It was after all the shit had began with him, and I saw him at an anniversary celebration for the morning DJ team. I was very nice to him, said hello and shook his hand. Never once did I frown or say anything negative to the man, even though I knew, at that point, the way he was treating my wife professionally. He ended up pushing her out of his realm of management into another area within the same company. If I were to meet him today I would be nothing but nice to the man. Although I would want to behave differently, I would be polite in respect for my wife. And she knows that…..Which leads me to today’s activities….

Today both Susan and I were off work, and we are off till next Tuesday for Christmas. We slept in, then woke up but lay in bed watching “Little House On The Prairie” on the HallMark channel. We watched two episodes then left to go pick up my new company car at the Ford dealership. I am the proud driver of a brand new 2005 Ford Taurus. It is nice to have a brand new car that I don’t have to pay a cent for. We left there and drove to her office building. There is a co worker there that is divorced with two kids and a dead beat ex husband. She had no money for Christmas presents. Susan had decided to give her $50 to contribute to the donations that other caring coworkers had given. When we got there and parked Susan turned to me and said, “Why don’t you just sit here and wait for me. You don’t want to come up do you? Just wait here, I will be right back.” I sat there flabbergasted, assuming as we drove there that I would go upstairs with her. When she hurried out of the car with out allowing me to go with her I was just floored. I sat there for 20 minutes, looking over the new features of my new car till she came back. When she got back in the car she told me about the nice time she had had up there, how laid back everyone was and then proceeded to tell me that she wanted to go for a late lunch at a new restaurant. She said that her best bud, SusieG, was going to meet us there. I was a little pissed off. It kind of burned my ass that she didn’t want me to go upstairs with her and I asked her why. I knew the real reason, but I wanted to hear her explanation. She claimed that she was worried that I would confront this old manager, D, and cause a scene. I immediately didn’t buy that. She knows, better than anyone, that I would never cause a scene in front of people….especially at her place of work. I may hate the guy for what he did to her, but I would never dream of doing anything stupid. And she knows this. Suddenly I was taken back, in my mind I remembered this morning, when she told me how fat I am getting. Then it donged on me…she didn’t want to be associated with me in public, around people she works with, because I have gained some weight. When she asked what my problem was, and I had told her, she tried to claim it was because she was afraid I would confront D. God, how much more lame of an excuse could she dream up? It would have been better had she lied and said that the elevator was out, and she didn’t want my fat ass to have to walk up the seven flights of stairs. But no, she chose a lame ass lie, but she didn’t realize that I wouldn’t fall for it.

We went to the restaurant. Began to drink some good draft beer and then her best friend SusieG showed up. They talked about work and we ordered some food. We ate and drank and had a pretty good time. Towards the end of the night two of Susan’s work friends showed up. One was a seller, like her, and the other was a VERY popular DJ on the Top 40 Station. They both came up to the table. Nick Nice, the DJ, had to introduce himself to me and the other person, the seller, I had to introduce myself to her. This just blew me away….Is Susan this embarrassed of me? Hell, I can somewhat understand that she didn’t want me going up into her work place, but to dis me infront of these two people at the table? Damn, what is up with that? Then I learn later tonight….once we got home (5pm) and Susan had gone to bed, that she didn’t want me to go to her company Christmas Party because she feared I would “beat up her old boss.” What kind of lame ass shit is that? I am the most laid back, civil person you would ever think to meet. It took all I had to spank my son a while back for lying….much less some guy that really means nothing to me.

It just really sucks to be an object of shame to my wife. I know I need to lose some weight and I will do so at the first of the year. Maybe it would show her if I chose to begin my weight loss regiment now, and not cook all the food she is wanting for Christmas dinner. I reckon she would change her tune if she found that she would have to do all the work to make the dinner herself.

It sucks to have your wife be ashamed of you. I am sorry I have gained a few extra pounds, but I am still the same person. I just want to be appreciated and wanted.

You may be thinking that this is just a bitch fest because I am hoping she will read this and then make up for it. Well, first of all…this isn’t a bitch fest, this is the truth the way I see it. Secondly, she hasn’t read my blog since October. I doubt she will begin now.

I guess I will go and begin drinking again. Night…