I know.
I don't usually swear and I'm against the random use of profanity. I've had it used to me so much in the last 4 years by the Ex's, that I've gone right off it. Rich never, ever swore at me, or called me anything by the way. Just to make that clear.
Anyway.
WTF?
A gentleman of my acquaintance drops in tonight. I've had a brilliant day, Church was good, then Jack came over with the children and we had a great afternoon, we went to the park, I cooked a big family-sized tea and so on. I had a little cry when AC was showing the other boys some things of Rich's - he's so proud of his armourer - and Jack came through to the kitchen and just hugged me until I stopped crying. Like friends do for each other. They went about 7, AC was about to get in the bath, when there was a knock at the door. It's my friend. I can't say too much about him, because recognition shouldn't be a problem, but you never know. Suffice it to say he's married.
He proceeds to tell me that he's available whenever I'm ready, that he carries condoms so it's all safe, that it would just be sex, no relationship, and he's here for me.
NO YOU AREN'T!
You're married!
To someone I know and like!
And in fact, even if you're married to someone I don't like, it's still a no!
(Now, before anyone gets on their high horse, yes, I know Rich was married. But the She-Ex had left him, and gone thousands of miles away with their daughter, so I hardly think that she was trying to make a go of the marriage and relationship. We paid for the divorce twice, she went back on it. That's on her conscience now, not mine.)
Anywhooooooo!
WTF?
I've politely (this time) suggested he scratches any itches with his missus. I've made it clear I am not interested. If he mentions it again, I think a hefty slap should make it very very clear!
So now I'm going to sew until I calm down.
Hurumph!
