Husband decided to come home yesterday without telling me. So here's me, naked (obvs) in the tub, and I hear one of the dogs whimpering, and then the door opens. I'm out of the tub in a flash and running (naked) down the hall only to see my husband who I thought was in another state at least for another week.
I've already been lectured on the wine in the refrigerator and the sleeveless shirts I'm wearing.
He hasn't noticed my extra ear piercings.
I'm really hating this. The irony of him lecturing me on how to be a proper mormon, despite the fact that I've been open and up front about my feelings about TSCC, despite the issues he's had throughout our marriage, it all just rubs me wrong.
Somehow I've got to get through this. He still wants to be committed to our marriage. I just want to be committed. There is no marriage here. There are two decades of loving each other very much while we went our separate ways. I tried so hard for so long, and I'm tired of trying, tired of pretending.
But I also don't want to be a complete bitch and break his heart. He's a good person.