"I HATE BEING MARRIED!" I quietly opined.
"Oh?" he asked. With a raised eyebrow. And something else in his expression that I couldn't quite place. "Is that some sort of threat?"
"No," exasperation oozing all around my tone of voice. "A threat would have been 'If you don't stop doing that, I'll leave you.' I wasn't threatening. I was stating fact."
An hour later I sat down at the computer to check my e-mail.
"Hey--you didn't lose my place, did you?" Hubby wanted to know. Or, Hubby accused . . .
"No. I never mess with your craigslist searches. I always open a new window."
In fact, I never pay any attention whatsoever to his craigslist searches. They bore me. Car parts and motorcycles and all sorts of other odds and ends that he buys cheap, fixes and sells for a profit.
But something made me look this time.
To my surprise, Hubby's craigslist search wasn't automotive related at all. It was 'women seeking men.'
Hubby is actively looking for my replacement.
And now I realize, that extra something in his expression that I hadn't been able to place was hope . . .
to be continued . . .