Gary and the Men

Gary’s a loyal true husband, with one exception: if he can throw me over to make friends with a workman he will do it in a heartbeat.

It’s particularly ridiculous because the man has no friendships with any other men. I don’t know if he was a plumber or a repairman in a previous life, but he longs to bond with them. The quickest way to do that is to ridicule me, pat my head, wink at them, and chuckle about The Wife.

Pisses me off.

This was particularly evident when we met with the drainage men. My stance was, “Hmm. We paid many monies to fix this basement puddle, and yet here it is again.”

I was friendly. If I’d been hateful I could see how he would have wanted to counter my venom, but I was pleasant.

When he decided we lived in the fifties I said, wryly, that if he would “let me” use the Shop-Vac this wouldn’t be a problem, but he did not get the hint. Instead, he doubled down and ended up explaining to me that this huge expenditure we laid out to fix a problem was actually a step in debugging what was wrong with our basement, and now we needed to move on to the next step in the debugging process, for many more monies.

Oh my God. It’s infuriating.