Thank you all for your warm support. Was going to say that you cannot know what it means to me but I am sure you actually do.
I had an interesting telephone conversation last night
As promised, I did not set my cell phone to silent. In the wee hours of the morning it rang. Even though it woke me from a fairly deep sleep I instantly knew who it would be and what it would be about.
A calm and confident a voice, that I now recognise, asked “I am battling a little to understand some of the aspects of my husband’s retrenchment. Please won’t you share with my husband who you are and what you know about it?”
A man came on the phone and I introduced myself. There was a moments confused hesitation as the name sank in and then he screamed at me “why are you F*ing up my life.” Yip, it is now on me.
I think that at least more than half of our conversation was him hurling random profanities, not even in any sort of structured sentence. There was quite a bit of other stuff in-between but it came out in such a raging torrent that I can’t remember most of it but here are some of the bits that have stuck with me and will give you some sense of how it went.
He called WW a whore. I said that on that point we were certainly in agreement.
He said that did I know that they did it every day that they were together. At the very least twice every day, usually 3 times and even up to 5. My response was that the A lasted about 18 months and what, they met 8 weeks a year, so that would have been 12 weeks in all. I certainly hoped that they had made the most of those 12 weeks because those 12 weeks had cost them everything else in their life.
He said did I know that he was able to give WW multiple O’s every time and at his best he extracted 8 out of her. I hoped that he was at least as proficient with his precious wife who would have deserved at least as much from him.
Most of the time I found myself laughing. Not some hysterical giggle but more of a confident chuckle.
I think this infuriated him so he tried to turn up the heat. He told me of all the places that he had taken her. Can’t recall the whole list but he had her on the mini bar, in the shower and very early one morning they snuck out and did it in a lift. I said, yes, and an airport toilet.
By now I must have been p*ss*ng him off so he let rip with what he must have thought was his "weapon of mass destruction". He said that he was such a stud that even when they did it multiple times, each subsequent time his gift to her was more voluminous than the time before and while his O was great the real pleasure was, .......... and then he went on to describe, in disgusting graphic detail, watching his gift ooze out of her.
You will appreciate that for much of the conversation my thoughts were in a jumble but I do recall a few, very lucid flashes. Not sure that I have the sequence right but I remember thinking:
He is trying to hurt me. Does he not realise that he has done that beyond his wildest imaginings a long time ago already.
Then, am I not supposed to feel rage and hurt. There was nothing.
Also, I am feeling nothing but what about poor OBS who is having to listen to this?
And then, at least she won’t have to struggle with TT.
Then, drawing inspiration from my SI brothers (and sisters) in arms I asked him. “Have you ever been on a luxury train journey with WW through the Namib desert? Have you ever held her hand as you walk through the Brandenburg gate from East to West. Did you cradle her head when the doctor placed new born DD on her breast. And then again for DS. I told him that he was a hyena who had only gotten to eat the rotting scraps of my marriage, in the dingy shadows. I sir am a lion. I feasted on all the best bits, and am stronger for it.
That resulted in a stunned silence. OBS came on the line again, and after all that, she still had a clear, calm voice and closed with “Thank you sir. I think I got everything I need to fully understand the circumstances of my husband’s retrenchment.”
When I had answered the phone I went into the bathroom in an attempt to speak without waking the household. The ring had woken WW and after the call she wanted to know what it was about. I had not told her about me contacting OBS. I told her about my conversations with OBS and then what he had said on the call. I gave her the full, graphic, technicolour version, not the sanitised version given here. She cried. Yip at last. She cried. Might be human in there somewhere. Who knows? Am I a cruel and callus bastard? Because I absolutely don't care at all if there is or not?
Didn’t think I would but I slept very well. Actually never even heard the alarm so was late into work. I don’t think WW came back to bed. She was gone when I finally woke. I think that in 2 very distant parts of the world, today is going to be an interesting day.
Oh, and 2 other things I remember from the call. He said that if only I had been better in bed, his life would not be F*cked up right now. Yip, again all on me.
Also, that his life is now F*cked up because my WW pursued him so aggressively. Ok, so maybe on her then.