Spousal Obilgations

Okay a few weekends ago my husband had a class reunion. Class of 1998. Well let me explain something first. My spouse grew up on LaPorte IN. population like 5000 or some thing. Not one minority lived there. He didn't meet black people until going into the Navy. The town has some known racism and some very subtle, I doubt if they even know they are doing it. Here is a great example, when I go to visit his family I try not to go to a store alone, I get followed like I am going to steal something. *sigh*

Now back to the class reunion. We get there, I already know I will be the ONLY person of ANY color there, and I am right. We get to the doors and go in, the girl there is stunned, quickly recovers and starts blathering something that I am not paying attention to.

I smile get my bagde with Jacob's old high school photo on it and turn away. Then we get our picture taken together like its prom or somthing. *urgh* I am already having that kill me know sensation. But I hold it together pretty well. I am here to support my husband, not like this place. I can fake liking people with the best of them. I am a woman, of course I can.

So we walk toward the conversations and food smells coming from the Dinning Hall. Once we stepped through the doorway, all went quiet and almost all heads turned toward us, me. Oh yeah this is going to be one HELL of a party. I resisted the urge to put one hand on my hips and wave, saying "HEY YA'LL!".
So we met up with his HS best friend and his wife who thought the whole thing is just hilarious. The night went on Jacob met with people he knew and some that he didn't. The best thing about this party was the OPEN BAR.
The night wore on and things became apparent that I was now the designated driver.

Oh yay!

Then at the end of the night this "lady" we'll call her Hobeast. Grabs my husband on our way out the door to take picture with. I follow back to find him with her in his arms touching and feeling in places she is not supposed to. And him not doing a damn thing but go along with it.

*(at this time I am pretty tired and have to drive back in an unknown town with OnStar and a bad map)*

I saw RED! I actually stopped looked at her and said "Bitch, no you didn't! What the F@#K are you doing with my husband?" The room when rather quite, people started to stare and back away from Hobeast. Her friends looked rather scared. I was at my limit with these backwater stump-jumpng wanna be trash talking farm town hicks. "Jacob let's go NOW, before I kill the bitch."
( he actually looked like "what i didn't do anything", I was beyond upset. To deal with his drunk ass. My feelings were hurt and I felt disrespected in the worse possible way.)

"What were you thinking? Didn't you tell me she never gave you a chance in hell of talking to her? Didn't you also say that she was a evil person? Well I see it all now. Just don't talk to me about coming back here for anydamnthing. EVER!" I ranted on our way out the parking lot.

I got beer on the way to the hotel and continued to unload on him. It may not have been the best way to deal with it but damn it I was still pissed. I still am today.

So that was the second weekend of August.

Tomorrow I will tell you about the family reunion last weekend.