Yesterday was my niece's wedding. My spouse indeed remembered to get a haircut, and even took me up on an offer to iron his dress shirt.
Most things went well - up until that fateful dance at the reception - you know the one where all married couples are requested out to the dance floor to share a dance with the bride and groom? And then they start the count down, "Anyone married less than a year, please move to the edge of the dance floor. Anyone married less that 5 years. . . . .8 years..... 15 years..... 20 years...... etc. till the longest married couple is dancing with the bride and groom.
As soon as they started that announcement, I went into the bathroom . . . . and stayed there till it was over. When I got back to my table, my cousin said, "Hey where were you? I wanted to see you dance?" That was one dance in which I did not want to participate. Fake and phony for me.
About an hour later, several people asked, " Where is "XXX"? I sorta just assumed my spouse was talking with someone somewhere - like he usually did at these sort of family functions.
After the last dance, I waited as the crowd thinned, and discovered he was no where to be seen. I got my coat, said my goodbyes, and then went out to the parking lot. Our vehicle was gone. I wandered around a bit, and then heard a horn toot. It was my spouse driving up behind me.
I got in and asked where he had gone. He said he had a stomach ache and went to wait in the truck. Who knows how long he was out there.
And I am feeling guilty. This is my problem. He gets into this wounded puppy routine, and even my own self falls prey to it.
A wounded puppy does not make an ideal marriage partner.
Trapped in guilt is not a good place to find myself.
I can honestly say, there is no one more surprised at that revelation than I am. A 55 year old woman who ducked into the restroom to avoid a situation.