My husband has had a motorcycle since I met him. I have never liked them but I put up with them. I rode with him on occassion when we were dating and you pretend to be interested in the other persons crap (he went to the theater with me then too) but once our daughter was born - nope. I don't enjoy it - I find it scary, I don't like having bugs hit my helmet or feeling a car's heat on my butt. I don't like that I can't talk to him on it, there's no air conditioning or radio - - in short - yuck. But its his thing.
When we moved from the east coast to the southwest, he bought another one. ok fine. Well this week he sold that one and last night came home with a "crotch rocket" as I call it - big shiny bright red huge hunk of death trap. He spent the money from the other bike, plus another $1000.
I am not happy but I have been telling myself I have drunk $1000 worth over the last couple of years so I should shut up and let him be happy. But the bitchy part of me sees this ugly thing, fears for his life and is pissed off.
We are not hurting for money and the $1000 isn't going to break us. He took it from savings and did talk to me about it. But last night seeing it, really chapped my hide. I tried to stay quiet but there's no way to feign enthusiasm when he's grinning about his stupid new toy.
Plus its bigger than the other one and he had the nerve to ask if he could park it in front of my suv instead of infront of his car in the garage. I snapped "hell no" - that's your side so find room with your toys - my side is nice and neat and organized. (there are all the saws and power tools he never uses over there too plus 2 extra bicycles he picked up and we don't need, skis, camping gear. My side has the recycling, the extra freezer, my bike and my daughters bike)
So, help me get over it. He has been good to me and put up with my crap for so long. I've easily drunk that much. I need to let go and let him enjoy it but it is eating at me.
Sigh.
and bear. The best thing you can do( dont drink for starters) is do your own thing and make sure its right in his face. I dont know exactly but my wife started a bloody book club AHHHHHHH 6 of the finest well read females talking excitedly for hours in our lounge room. I make the tea by the way:upset:. " Hello tea boy fill me up". I like boats she hates them her way of getting back at me LOL. Not perfect but we have been together 18 years so we are giving each other the SHITS equally. I love her to death
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