Jack received a postcard from China, signed "Georgia"--which was Peta's code name short for "Gorgeous."
She raved about how much he would enjoy all the hiking there.
Said, "Sorry I missed you in Stuttgart, but I'll see you at Ramsgate. (Kerkrade again?)"
I'm trying to believe him that he hasn't been in touch with her. Well, no. That's not true. I'm ignoring everything he says about it unless he's answering straightforward questions like, "Why Georgia?" (He was G.A. Burke - short for "Gorgeous American Bloke.)
This upcoming England trip will be a nightmare now. One long nightmare starting from the day she mailed that postcard.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Sunday, June 3, 2018
June Weekend
This was an odd weekend.
Lindsay and a friend had planned a baby shower for Liz on a weekend they knew I would be away. (so sorry). So I canceled my plans to go to Kentucky with Jack to the Great American Brass Band Festival. Then I found out they weren't inviting any of Jack's relatives, so I shifted my plans to go to Wildwood for the drum corps gatherings, and I'd have the relatives here at the summer party.
All was fine, and I made plans to go down to WW Friday night to see Dub perform at Kelly's, and go down Saturday again for the parade and the concert with BSGK.
Then last Sunday the boys both said they expected me at the shower. I was truly bummed my Saturday was ruined, since that's the day everyone is down there.
Then two days before Kentucky, Jack's back went out. He was home for the weekend.
I did go down Friday night to see Dub, but very few others showed up at Kelly's while I was there. I went to the shower and Jack came as well, where we didn't know many people there and it looked like we hadn't given them anything although we didn't mind since people who mattered knew better. Still, I wanted to go to WW after the shower, but then it opened up and stormed like mad, huge downpours, and I thought it would be better to stay with the dogs and keep them comforted.
But Friday night, for 6 short hours, I was without Jack, and I loved it. I saw people I wanted to see, I even got to talk about the affair to someone who wasn't involved too much -- Dub's wife Patti. It was so good to express myself again. Jack will be angry if Dub finds out, but I don't care. I just felt free for the first time.
Lindsay and a friend had planned a baby shower for Liz on a weekend they knew I would be away. (so sorry). So I canceled my plans to go to Kentucky with Jack to the Great American Brass Band Festival. Then I found out they weren't inviting any of Jack's relatives, so I shifted my plans to go to Wildwood for the drum corps gatherings, and I'd have the relatives here at the summer party.
All was fine, and I made plans to go down to WW Friday night to see Dub perform at Kelly's, and go down Saturday again for the parade and the concert with BSGK.
Then last Sunday the boys both said they expected me at the shower. I was truly bummed my Saturday was ruined, since that's the day everyone is down there.
Then two days before Kentucky, Jack's back went out. He was home for the weekend.
I did go down Friday night to see Dub, but very few others showed up at Kelly's while I was there. I went to the shower and Jack came as well, where we didn't know many people there and it looked like we hadn't given them anything although we didn't mind since people who mattered knew better. Still, I wanted to go to WW after the shower, but then it opened up and stormed like mad, huge downpours, and I thought it would be better to stay with the dogs and keep them comforted.
But Friday night, for 6 short hours, I was without Jack, and I loved it. I saw people I wanted to see, I even got to talk about the affair to someone who wasn't involved too much -- Dub's wife Patti. It was so good to express myself again. Jack will be angry if Dub finds out, but I don't care. I just felt free for the first time.
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