I didn't want to write about this but I just could stop thinking about it. So here is me once again filing a huge complaint.
So we went to a wedding this past weekend. Two months ago I bought a dress for this wedding. I thought it was fantastic. It expressed my favorite part of my body, my breasts. I have not worn a dress in years and years and years. When I dress up I wear slacks or a long skirt and blouse. When I saw this thing I knew I had to have it. It fit exactly how I wanted it to. I hid the dress from hubby. I wanted it to be a surprise. We had a sitter and all was set to go. Here is how it went down.
I had started my hair and done half my makeup. The dress was still hidden. He had finally gotten dressed and left the room to me. My parents (the sitters) had arrived, so now he was distracted. I ducked into the bathroom and got dressed. I felt gorgeous. I finished my hair and makeup, put my shoes on, put on jewelry, and even perfume. I walked out into the living room and my mom gave me a smile and a nod. She thought I looked good. My husband was as usual face down into his phone. I paraded past him 6 times. Nearly killed myself twice in my new shoes that I would eventually trade in for older tighter shoes. I would stop straight across from him and wait for him to look up. I eventually got fed up and finished getting everything ready to go.
He glanced at me and said, we better get going. I was heart broken. I thought I looked smoking. I looked at my mom almost in tears. He went out to the truck and I went into the bathroom to look myself over and for selfies.
My son came in and complimented my clothes, told me I looked pretty then asked to take a picture with me.
I finally grabbed my stuff and headed for the door.
I got in the truck where immediately hubby started yelling at me cause he forgot to get the camera. So of course I was sent back in to retrieve it. I came in cussing up a storm about him not saying a word about how I looked and that he was mad at me cause he forgot the camera. My dad threw in his two cents that I looked good. I growled back that it was too late. I returned to the truck and kicked off my shoes. We drove off.
In need of gas he stops at the quick trip and tells me to go inside and get us drinks and pay for gas. I sighed heavily as I had just peeled off those shoes. I go inside and honestly didn't want to leave. For once in many years I was eye candy. One of the staff helped me with the drinks, a customer let me cut in front of him, the cashier gave me a discount on the drinks, and two guys held the door open for me as I left. Not to mention the countless others who were eyeballing me in the store. I kinda got the thought I had done something right. I returned to the truck and waited for him to get in. He looked at me then said "where did you get the dress"? I said "Savers 2 months ago". Starting the truck to leave he said looks nice. That was it, that was all he said. No groping, no kiss, no more comments just that.
The wedding I could not wait to end. It was lovely but it was like every event... he's gone and I'm all alone. I asked someone who was walking by if they would take my picture. I wanted a full body picture of me in this dress. They're are not awesome pictures but they will do.
I only caught my husband once taking a picture of me and I was scratching my head at the time. The gel was pulling my hair. I figured I would take another selfie. I was bound and determined to get on record I was in a dress and in my opinion was working it. From the looks of a few people and the comments I got 'from strangers' they all agreed with me. I even had one guy offer me a drink but I declined it. Thinking back I should have accepted it.
As the day turned into night it was not anymore thrilling as far as the hopes to get some sort of affection out of my husband. I followed him around. Was tapping his butt and grazing his groin, but I got no reaction. By the end of dinner I was fed up. I just wanted to go home. I was going to surprise him and get in at least one dance. But while I was checking up on the kid he came out and said "lets say our goodbyes and head home". I was heartbroken but he is the boss. So I went back in collected my purse and said farewell.
We stopped at McDonald's on our way home for some eats, as the wedding was just vegetables and sandwich meat. I went to the restroom and then came out. I had figured he had already ordered as he was sitting at a table on his phone. So I sat down. Apparently I was supposed to go place our order. I went and ordered then sat back down and waited. This is what I saw the whole time.
Our order was called and I retrieved it. We ate then I cleaned it up and threw it away. I returned and sat down to this
Thats all he did the whole time. Not talk about how I looked or anything. Eventually we went home. After my parents left I ran to the bathroom and took a bath. I will admit I cried. I was all sorts of upset that I thought I had knocked it out of the ballpark in looks that night. Should have just gone in a pair of slacks and a blouse. Would have gotten the same response from him, but I would have been more comfortable. Decided on one last set of selfies, of the dress, for the night was needed. This is without the black overshirt. Just so yall know he still never said or did a damn thing about the dress. We didn't even have sex. I'm going to give it back to Savers. Maybe someone else could get appreciated in it.
I finally climbed into the tub and washed away all the ugliness I had done to myself. Quickly washed out the hair gel and scrubbed my face hard to get off the makeup. It will be a very long time before I put myself on the line again. Obviously I was not attractive to him. Here I am as myself after the bath.
Make-up and hair products were invented for me specifically. Dramatic change.
So we went to a wedding this past weekend. Two months ago I bought a dress for this wedding. I thought it was fantastic. It expressed my favorite part of my body, my breasts. I have not worn a dress in years and years and years. When I dress up I wear slacks or a long skirt and blouse. When I saw this thing I knew I had to have it. It fit exactly how I wanted it to. I hid the dress from hubby. I wanted it to be a surprise. We had a sitter and all was set to go. Here is how it went down.
I had started my hair and done half my makeup. The dress was still hidden. He had finally gotten dressed and left the room to me. My parents (the sitters) had arrived, so now he was distracted. I ducked into the bathroom and got dressed. I felt gorgeous. I finished my hair and makeup, put my shoes on, put on jewelry, and even perfume. I walked out into the living room and my mom gave me a smile and a nod. She thought I looked good. My husband was as usual face down into his phone. I paraded past him 6 times. Nearly killed myself twice in my new shoes that I would eventually trade in for older tighter shoes. I would stop straight across from him and wait for him to look up. I eventually got fed up and finished getting everything ready to go.
He glanced at me and said, we better get going. I was heart broken. I thought I looked smoking. I looked at my mom almost in tears. He went out to the truck and I went into the bathroom to look myself over and for selfies.
My son came in and complimented my clothes, told me I looked pretty then asked to take a picture with me.
I got in the truck where immediately hubby started yelling at me cause he forgot to get the camera. So of course I was sent back in to retrieve it. I came in cussing up a storm about him not saying a word about how I looked and that he was mad at me cause he forgot the camera. My dad threw in his two cents that I looked good. I growled back that it was too late. I returned to the truck and kicked off my shoes. We drove off.
In need of gas he stops at the quick trip and tells me to go inside and get us drinks and pay for gas. I sighed heavily as I had just peeled off those shoes. I go inside and honestly didn't want to leave. For once in many years I was eye candy. One of the staff helped me with the drinks, a customer let me cut in front of him, the cashier gave me a discount on the drinks, and two guys held the door open for me as I left. Not to mention the countless others who were eyeballing me in the store. I kinda got the thought I had done something right. I returned to the truck and waited for him to get in. He looked at me then said "where did you get the dress"? I said "Savers 2 months ago". Starting the truck to leave he said looks nice. That was it, that was all he said. No groping, no kiss, no more comments just that.
The wedding I could not wait to end. It was lovely but it was like every event... he's gone and I'm all alone. I asked someone who was walking by if they would take my picture. I wanted a full body picture of me in this dress. They're are not awesome pictures but they will do.
As the day turned into night it was not anymore thrilling as far as the hopes to get some sort of affection out of my husband. I followed him around. Was tapping his butt and grazing his groin, but I got no reaction. By the end of dinner I was fed up. I just wanted to go home. I was going to surprise him and get in at least one dance. But while I was checking up on the kid he came out and said "lets say our goodbyes and head home". I was heartbroken but he is the boss. So I went back in collected my purse and said farewell.
We stopped at McDonald's on our way home for some eats, as the wedding was just vegetables and sandwich meat. I went to the restroom and then came out. I had figured he had already ordered as he was sitting at a table on his phone. So I sat down. Apparently I was supposed to go place our order. I went and ordered then sat back down and waited. This is what I saw the whole time.
Our order was called and I retrieved it. We ate then I cleaned it up and threw it away. I returned and sat down to this
I finally climbed into the tub and washed away all the ugliness I had done to myself. Quickly washed out the hair gel and scrubbed my face hard to get off the makeup. It will be a very long time before I put myself on the line again. Obviously I was not attractive to him. Here I am as myself after the bath.
Make-up and hair products were invented for me specifically. Dramatic change.
