Yes, it's true, and we're all happy about it. How about that?
Although ToolMan and I have filed for divorce, it will not be "final" until May 14. So until then, we are still "legally" married, even if psychologically, emotionally, sexually, and in every other way...we consider ourselves exes.
So this is what happened:
ToolMan was supposed to cook dinner for his new girlfriend on Valentine's day. It was a big deal -- he even called me for wine suggestions, and then again once he bought something, to ask about serving temperature and how long to let it breathe.
Anyway, his girlfriend had an emergency at one of her rental properties, and had to cancel Valentine's at the last minute. So, they rescheduled their little celebration for this past Friday night (Feb 16).
After work, I stop by the house (where TM still lives) to pick up some receipts, because I'm still filing his medical insurance claims (for now). He says he wants my opinion on something. He takes a small, gold foil-covered box out of the kitchen drawer, and opens it. It contains a gold ring with a little, round cluster of diamonds in the center.
Then he says, "If I gave you this ring, what would you think?"
With no hesitation, I answered "That you were proposing."
He smacked his forehead. "Oh, Shit!" he said. "She loves rings, so I just wanted to get her a ring! I picked this up at a pawn shop. I just knew it wasn't right. Why did I buy it? Damn!"
I agreed. He absolutely, positively could not give her that ring.
So I showed him the ring I now wear on my left hand -- a heart design in sterling silver from Brighton Collectables. I said, "You need something like this."
And even though I had worn the heart ring on my right hand for over a year before we split, he acted as if he had never seen it before. (Maybe it's a man thing?)
Anyway, he started drooling over it. "That's perfect!" he said, holding out the pawn shop ring. "Can I have it? I'll trade you!"
I looked at the ring for a bit, thinking. When I bought it, I was at the very beginning of my "Chrysalis" phase -- first really learning to love myself. I bought the heart ring as a reminder. Then, when TM and I split, I put it where my wedding ring used to be. Now, I wear a sterling silver "OM" ring on my right hand.
I decided the heart ring just had too much sentimental value for me to give it away. Besides, the pawn shop ring was fugly and I didn't want it.
"No, you can not have my heart ring!" I declared.
He looked at the OM ring, predatorily.
"And you can't have my OM ring, either!" I stated, emphatically. "What you need to do is get your ass to Brighton. Do you have time to go to Brighton?"
He got that "panicked-stricken-man" look.
"No!" he said. "I still have to go to the grocery store and get the food for dinner!"
I rolled my eyes, then shook my head. Despite our divorce, TM is still a good friend. A good guy friend in a serious predicament. He couldn't give her the gold ring, I wasn't giving him either of my rings, and he didn't have time to go buy a ring, so the bottom line was...
He did not have a valentine's present for his girlfriend!
Not good.
Now, I often help complete strangers, so I thought for a moment, and decided...what the hell.
"Do you want me to bail your ass out?" I offered.
He gaped at me. "You would do that?" he asked, incredulously.
I shrugged. "Of course I would. Friends help friends. You're in a predicament, so I'll help you."
He threw himself at me, hugging me. "You're awesome!" he cried, then pulled away and observed, "I'd forgotten how skinny you are."
I didn't know quite what to make of that.
But to make a long story even longer, I went to the mall, power-walked to Brighton Collectables, found the exact same ring in a size bigger (which she really needed anyway, so giving her my ring wouldn't have been a great idea). The saleslady saw I was wearing the same ring, and gave my a questioning look.
"I'm helping out a male friend," I said.
There was absolutely no way I was going to try to explain that...
I was buying a Valentine's day present for my husband's girlfriend.:biggrin1:
I had it gift-wrapped and everything, and dropped it by the house just before she was due to arrive, thus saving a budding relationship from certain disaster.
"Thank you," ToolMan said tearfully. "I think this may be the coolest thing you've ever done for me."
Hmm...seventeen years together...fourteen years of marriage...and this is the coolest thing I've ever done for him?
Ain't life a fucking riot?:tongue:
:biggrin1:
And BTW, everyone lived happily ever after. She loves the ring -- cried happy tears when he gave it to her (and no, she doesn't know I had anything to do with it). :wink:
Although ToolMan and I have filed for divorce, it will not be "final" until May 14. So until then, we are still "legally" married, even if psychologically, emotionally, sexually, and in every other way...we consider ourselves exes.
So this is what happened:
ToolMan was supposed to cook dinner for his new girlfriend on Valentine's day. It was a big deal -- he even called me for wine suggestions, and then again once he bought something, to ask about serving temperature and how long to let it breathe.
Anyway, his girlfriend had an emergency at one of her rental properties, and had to cancel Valentine's at the last minute. So, they rescheduled their little celebration for this past Friday night (Feb 16).
After work, I stop by the house (where TM still lives) to pick up some receipts, because I'm still filing his medical insurance claims (for now). He says he wants my opinion on something. He takes a small, gold foil-covered box out of the kitchen drawer, and opens it. It contains a gold ring with a little, round cluster of diamonds in the center.
Then he says, "If I gave you this ring, what would you think?"
With no hesitation, I answered "That you were proposing."
He smacked his forehead. "Oh, Shit!" he said. "She loves rings, so I just wanted to get her a ring! I picked this up at a pawn shop. I just knew it wasn't right. Why did I buy it? Damn!"
I agreed. He absolutely, positively could not give her that ring.
So I showed him the ring I now wear on my left hand -- a heart design in sterling silver from Brighton Collectables. I said, "You need something like this."
And even though I had worn the heart ring on my right hand for over a year before we split, he acted as if he had never seen it before. (Maybe it's a man thing?)
Anyway, he started drooling over it. "That's perfect!" he said, holding out the pawn shop ring. "Can I have it? I'll trade you!"
I looked at the ring for a bit, thinking. When I bought it, I was at the very beginning of my "Chrysalis" phase -- first really learning to love myself. I bought the heart ring as a reminder. Then, when TM and I split, I put it where my wedding ring used to be. Now, I wear a sterling silver "OM" ring on my right hand.
I decided the heart ring just had too much sentimental value for me to give it away. Besides, the pawn shop ring was fugly and I didn't want it.
"No, you can not have my heart ring!" I declared.
He looked at the OM ring, predatorily.
"And you can't have my OM ring, either!" I stated, emphatically. "What you need to do is get your ass to Brighton. Do you have time to go to Brighton?"
He got that "panicked-stricken-man" look.
"No!" he said. "I still have to go to the grocery store and get the food for dinner!"
I rolled my eyes, then shook my head. Despite our divorce, TM is still a good friend. A good guy friend in a serious predicament. He couldn't give her the gold ring, I wasn't giving him either of my rings, and he didn't have time to go buy a ring, so the bottom line was...
He did not have a valentine's present for his girlfriend!
Not good.
Now, I often help complete strangers, so I thought for a moment, and decided...what the hell.
"Do you want me to bail your ass out?" I offered.
He gaped at me. "You would do that?" he asked, incredulously.
I shrugged. "Of course I would. Friends help friends. You're in a predicament, so I'll help you."
He threw himself at me, hugging me. "You're awesome!" he cried, then pulled away and observed, "I'd forgotten how skinny you are."
I didn't know quite what to make of that.
But to make a long story even longer, I went to the mall, power-walked to Brighton Collectables, found the exact same ring in a size bigger (which she really needed anyway, so giving her my ring wouldn't have been a great idea). The saleslady saw I was wearing the same ring, and gave my a questioning look.
"I'm helping out a male friend," I said.
There was absolutely no way I was going to try to explain that...
I was buying a Valentine's day present for my husband's girlfriend.:biggrin1:
I had it gift-wrapped and everything, and dropped it by the house just before she was due to arrive, thus saving a budding relationship from certain disaster.
"Thank you," ToolMan said tearfully. "I think this may be the coolest thing you've ever done for me."
Hmm...seventeen years together...fourteen years of marriage...and this is the coolest thing I've ever done for him?
Ain't life a fucking riot?:tongue:
And BTW, everyone lived happily ever after. She loves the ring -- cried happy tears when he gave it to her (and no, she doesn't know I had anything to do with it). :wink: