Schweet Justice

Funny how life works sometimes.  We don’t understand everything as things happen, but then later when we sit down with a glass of wine to contemplate life, all of a sudden we have a light bulb moment and we understand.

My Tarzan was so so so mad at me for going out and getting home in the early hours of the morning that he left on his business trip without saying good bye.  In my book that is just unacceptable.

What if I died before he got to speak to me again?  To tell you the truth that might also be part of the sweet justice.  Then I have an excuse to haunt him for the rest of his life.

He gets where he is going.  Still doesn’t phone me.  So I go out for supper.  Then of course he decides to phone …….. And the “fight” starts all over again. 

What do you call a fight that comes from one side?  Is there even a name for that?  Anyway as they say I am already in trouble just digging in deeper.  For what?  The rebel inside me thinks maybe you want me to give you something to fight about.  Maybe I should do something married women should not do? 

I wont do that just yet.  I just wish I can also get my little place in the sun to have fun with friends and not worry what my partner thinks I am doing things which I shouldn’t.   Is that to much to ask.

Anyway the sweet justice part.  He had to phone me cause he could not remember how to work the alarm at the house where he went.   He had to speak to me.  Obviously can’t live with me, and can’t live without me either ……. shame.

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