I have temporarily removed two postings (for you astute readers) for personal reasons. I'll re-post them next week. They need a little distance.
Well my bout with crabs is over, TC is sulking, the number of his daily phone calls have decreased (to a mere 1 now) and the energy of our phone conversations is down as well. He's upset about this crabs incident. I suspect his best girl friend is egging him on that I've cheated on him. He asked today if I really want him to return to Germany.
I've been trying to be supportive but after today's phone call decided it was time for a different tactic. I wrote a blistering email to him asking him to consider "why" if I cheated on him would I bother to tell him about the crabs? Wouldn't I just get them cured and be as quiet about it as possible. I have nothing to hide and I wanted to be honest with him.
I then turned the tables and asked him to consider my position, namely, "What the f*ck have you been doing, puppy?". This case of crabs didn't come from heaven. I was on a roll now. I went on how I'd gone for HIV testing to assure him and happily answered his numerous bed check telephone calls, noting that because of his living situation "I can't call you whenever I please to check up on you".
I concluded that perhaps we may never know with 100% certainty what happened, but that I was going to just power thru this with my love for him. "Pack your brown ass up and get on the damn plane to Germany because I'll be waiting at the end of the gangway. Take your scrawny self home and screw you senseless."
If he's going to act like a women, I'm gonna treat him like one.
A few hours later, he sheepishly calls. "I'm just calling to say Hi!". He's all sweet. Did you get my email? "Yeah, I'm just calling to say Hi, I'll see you next week, OK."