...Oh. Oh myyyyy.
Just.
(Please tell me it's not the sleep deprivation talking.)
edited 8th Sep '13 7:04:43 AM by Pyrite
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.A farm family came to a photographer's shop and asked him if he could touch up a photo for them. Their grandfather had died, and they wanted to have a photo of him for the funeral. He said he could touch up and blow up a photo for them no problem.
They showed him the only picture of their grandfather ever taken, of him sitting behind a cow milking it, only his legs and the stool visible. "Please remove the cow."
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Eh, I'd better explain while I've got the time. Note; there is probably context I'm failing to mention, so giving advice based off my description here is quite likely a bad idea. There's eighteen years of context and I only have a forum post to work with.
Long story short, an old flame of mine (who is also a really good friend that I spend a lot of time with) recently got a case of the feelings. She confessed to me that why yes, she is in love with me, and has been for a very long time...she was just denying it for the sake of her (successful) marriage *. This was kinda hard to know how to take, but considering I'd been waiting nearly two decades to hear her say this, not entirely unappreciated. That was two weeks ago.
Since then we've been hanging out a good deal, and I came to the conclusion that maybe her husband needed to know about what is going on...I mean, we hadn't been doing anything untoward but still, there's a lot going on in both our brains and spending time with both her and her husband was starting to make me feel like a home-wrecker waiting to happen. She agreed, and did the telling today.
The following conversation apparently did not go well. I don't have to fear for my life or anything, but he's really upset...which I'm not thrilled with, as the man's a good friend of mine. That he was quite bent was all I got, which was followed by a text from her saying "I'll tell you what happened tomorrow." That was the last I heard.
Since very little of this was my idea, I'm unhappy in all sorts of ways.
Now, I know this makes her sound like a twit, but rest assured...there is context which justifies what she's doing. I just don't have the posting space - or the mental capacity right now - to explain the eighteen years of interactions between her, her husband and myself which have led us to this unfortunate situation. Simply put, shit's complicated.
I'm just having a case of the wait-on-the-result-of-medical-tests wibblies. Pardon me.
If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~
Guessed that bit.
He got hit by a grenade from kind-of left-field. It happens. <shrugs> Once high emotion has run its course and the dust settled a bit, maybe things will pan out... and Drunkie won't get swung at for feelings not acted upon — nor DG for "not getting my side" from the butt-hurt. (I mean, seriously: if nothing happened, nothing happened. The heart is a tricksome beast at the best of times, which is where the brain should step in — and, did.)
edited 8th Sep '13 10:17:50 PM by Euodiachloris
It sucks all that happened. Life is complicated. Most people see love as a kind of binary thing with an on/off switch. Loving A means you can't love B. Or if love is a dimmer switch, you love one of them less. I'm not saying all people, just most. Also, end of electrical analogy.
Probably the thing the husband is feeling the most is violation of trust. Nobody likes to be the last to know in that situation.
It takes time and a lot of maturity to sort out all those complicated feelings. Good luck.
PS: I felt like I needed to add some kind of all purpose disclaimer but I have no idea what it would be. So, um, carry on.
edited 9th Sep '13 7:09:14 AM by blackcat

I've been up for... roughly 28 hours now (the half-nap in the ECS during my 0000-0600 burn hour shift didn't help), eating a lunchable and sipping on some Jameson.
... this next week is really gonna suck.