When it comes to my past relationships, my spouse thinks...gosh, I’m not sure what he thinks, so I went and asked him. I was hoping we’d have some hilarious conversation that I could share with you guys, but we didn’t. It was kind of boring.
Me: The question for tonight is asking what you think about my past relationships. With other guys.
Him: Oh…how are you going to write about that if you don’t know?
Me: That’s why I’m asking you now.
Him: Hmm…I don’t really think anything. It’s not like they’re part of our lives now. I kind of like the ones that make me look good.
Me: (laughing) What do you mean by “make me look good?”
Him: Like that one guy that wouldn’t let you listen to the radio on that long road trip.
Me: (laughing) Oh yeah, he was a jerk. Controlling JERK!
Him: I didn’t really care for the guy you dated right before we dated.
Me: So that’s it?
But for me, it’s the ex-boyfriends that conjure up fond memories and make me reminisce about the “good times” – those are the ones that I have to avoid like…like I avoid small talk when picking up my daughter at preschool. I hate that crap. I can’t be friends or “friends” with an old flame. It’s too much temptation for me. I gave Steve the password to my Facebook account (which is open on our desktop 24/7 anyway) so he can hold me accountable – not that he’s ever checked…at least I don’t think he has…but he could if he wanted. I also made him join Twitter so he could follow me there too. Not only can he see all my conversations, but it boosts my follower count and some times he retweets me. Sometimes. He needs to work on retweeting me more though. Support your freaking wife!
So what it comes down to is my husband doesn’t really care about my past relationships because they don’t impact our lives today. And we’re taking precautions so that they, or any other relationships, will hopefully never impact our lives and marriage. Because really we’re all vulnerable and it’s something we need to be conscious of. If I ever find myself wanting to hide something from my husband, that’s the signal that I need to tell him about it.
This post is part of Finish the Sentence Friday.
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