The Worst Super Bowl Ever

The worst Super Bowl he said he ever had was of course after he moved back in to "protect his son."  

He was always thrilled when his wife worked on Saturday. He usually didn't know until the last minute but would call me the second she was out the door and off we would go with great big smiles on our faces, and even though we spent every day together, were thrilled to have this extra time. 

We might head off to a sporting event, have lunch in one of our favorite spots or spend hours huddled together in a movie or book store; it made absolutely no difference what we did as long as we were together.

The Saturday before this particular Super Bowl we were driving along and he got a call from his wife. It was the usual brief impersonal call during which the only words spoken by him were one syllable replies - uh huh, yep, ok.

After he hung up he turned to me, reached across and took my hand in his, and with a sad, apologetic look on his face said "sorry" - always saying my name after it or as he often did, calling me honey. He did this every time she called, which really wasn't that often, mainly because of his many years of practice at juggling multiple women and stealthily managing the relationships.

He was always in a bad mood after talking to her; I could see the glaze go over his eyes and the emotion drain from his face, and his whole body would stiffen. And I would look at him with sympathetic eyes and a trusting heart and tell him it was ok, I understood. How disgusting.

I asked him if everything was okay and he said "she is such a witch" only with a b of course, something he said hundreds of times over the years. He said (using the high, nagging voice he used when he mimicked her) the last thing she told him was - and don't invite K (his only friend) over tomorrow for the Super Bowl. 

I asked him why she didn't want him to invite his friend over and he said she was just mean and antisocial and found ridiculous, petty reasons not to like anyone. He complained that now he would have to sit there with just her and be miserable because he was sure his son would be with his friends.

He went on and on about how he wished we could be together, how much fun we would have and how he knew we would be surrounded by lots of incredible friends. 

***How ironic that when he pays some one to write false stories using his name that they would talk about inviting friends over for the Super Bowl.

And write about how fun it is to have plenty to eat and drink - he complained bitterly about how cheap his wife was, how she monitored the food he ate, didn't buy enough and didn't want friends over for that very reason.

It seems the more people you have to watch the Super Bowl with the more fun it will be - ha ha ha!