I'm movin' on up... To the East side...

Shortly my life will erupt in a flurry of drama. I'll be asking my husband of 21 years  to kindly move out. Yippee! This has been in the works for about 10 years. I needed to find a way to earn more money so I can solely support our two kids and live comfortably. Long story short, I went back to college and got my degree. Now I'm looking for a job, then I'll be paying off our debt then, and only then can I ask him to leave.

I feel this is very fair as he never really adjusted to being either married or a father. He acts like a single guy who happens to be sharing a house with other people. He doesn't understand that a marriage is where two people share interests and have conversations about several different subjects. I could go on forever with the laundry list of complaints, but I'll get to the good part.

A couple days ago I was standing in line at the grocery store and this guy behind me had a very deep and sexy voice and instead of typing his text, he was talking into the phone. All was good until it wasn't and his phone began ringing when he was trying to finish "texting" so he was cussing and grumbling and I had to turn around and laugh. I said, "You sir, need a teenager". We both laughed and discussed our kids and technology. I found out he is a cabinet maker and asked him for his card, because I'll be redoing my kitchen soon. He replied that he didn't  have any so I asked, "How does someone reach you then?". He said all his work is by referral only, so I took out my phone and said, "Give me your number". He did and like any nice person, I texted him my name so he would hopefully remember me when I needed his services. This is where I think things took a little turn. 

Later that day he texted that it was nice talking to me and that I was beautiful and how he hopes someone tells me that everyday. I sat on the text and replied a few hours later a thank you and how if he's from South Boston then why does he have a southern gentleman accent. He answered some illegible English words that didn't make sense and eventually he asked if I was single or married. I was busy and didn't see it so he kept texting. Last one I read was I thought about you in the shower and how that was a compliment. Ewww! TMI aaaaaand I'm out.

Delete.

Lessons learned:

1. Too much, way too soon - He's much more comfortable telling a perfect stranger about his private sexual practices which is tacky.

2. Get to know someone and let their private information be shared in an organic fashion instead of pushing your own agenda.

3. If you can't understand the sentences coming out of their mouth or via text in the beginning, it will never get better! Duh.