A friend asked me last week how I felt about writing these
blogs, if I found them therapeutic. I have to say that at this point, it
isn’t therapy. If I wrote them three or four years ago, yeah, but now its just
reflective storytelling in my mind.
So here we go, the second pathetic thing I did. It has been
a long time coming.
Why is it that so many men don’t really look after their
health? I talk to women at work all the time and they all have a similar
complaint - that their husband doesn’t feed himself, at least not very well
anyway. I have that problem with my husband who has a penchant for fast food,
and I had it too, with my ex-husband.
After my ex left, the second most pathetic thing I did was I
tried to feed him. The man had high blood pressure, high cholesterol and
symptoms of some other kind of heart problem lurking. On top of that he didn’t
exercise, didn’t watch his diet or his weight, and he had a fondness for
alcohol and caffeine.
The idea of him out there on his own, taking care of himself
actually made me shudder. I had visions of him eating out at fast food joints
for lunch every day and expensive restaurants for dinner at night, not to
mention racking up credit card debt along the way as he did this.
So a day or two after he left, I went out to the grocery
store and bought about two hundred dollars in groceries and spent two days
cooking chilis, curries, and stews, and packaged them into single-serving meal sizes
into Ziploc freezer bags so that he would have some healthy, convenient
alternatives to eat while he was off ‘coming to his senses’ (because remember at
this point, I was still convinced that he would come back).
Did he appreciate my efforts? He didn’t show it if he did.
Heck, he probably felt awkward that I was still trying to take care of him. I
bet he didn’t see that one coming at the time. I can laugh about it now. Did he eat them? I don’t know. It would
not surprise me if you opened up his mother’s freezer and found a bunch of
those freezer bags still in there today with massive freezer burn.
So yeah, I can look back now and say that the cooking and
the cleaning of the tires were lame, but at least I didn’t get pregnant and
have his child. That would have been a recipe for disaster.
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