tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64883122011-04-21T13:59:50.734-07:00I am the Good Husband, but that doesn't seem to be enough. Here I document just how true the saying "good guys finish last" really is, and where that 'last' really is.Chrisnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488312.post-1102083449225045202004-12-03T06:00:00.000-08:002005-07-19T08:39:56.596-07:00

Six thousand, two hundred and forty-four days.From the day I first kissed R until the day I stopped wearing my wedding band and accepted the fact that we would not be able to reconcile our marriage was six thousand, two hundred and forty-four days. In that time we fell in love, lost our virginities to each other, lived together, got engaged, got married, bought a house and had a child. Somewhere

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I'm getting a divorce. I won't be the good husband much longer. I'll be the good me. The good guy, the one who lost the girl; the guy who went through the depths of hell and came out OK on the other side. Right now, I think I am at the depths of the hell that has become my marriage. Starting today, I'm digging my way out. This morning R and I went to our couples counseling session. I asked most

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I wrote this post in the morning, but Blogger has been annoying today, so you're getting it now. Also, because someone (chuck) really freaked out when reading this and thought I went crazy, I'd like to point out that my blog isn't always as present day as it seems. Finally I can take on the mantle of this blog again. It's been what; four years since I last posted here on the eve of my divorce

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(in the style of Charlie Kaufman from the movie Adaptation) I am gripped with the gnawing of questions I can not answer. All the evidence is vague enough to have multiple interpretations but still damning enough to not clear up any doubts I have. This is eating at me. It paralyzes me and turns my stomach. I am not eating well; either too much or not enough. I go hours between meals and then eat

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The Boy is back and boy am I happy. After more than 100 hours apart from my son I picked him up from school yesterday at about five thirty. When I got to the school I felt giddy. I was looking forward to seeing him. I went down to his classroom and found him playing with playdoh. I called his name and he came over to me and gave me a big hug. It was grand. There is nothing like the love of a

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Back to work; back after a full week off. My batteries are recharged sort of; I've got a bit of a cold and some nasty too much smoking related chest congestion. Still, it is good to be back in the office again. The normalcy of routine is a welcome change from having to figure out what I am going to do from hour to hour. Perhaps taking all that time off last week wasn't as good for me as I had

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Please remind me never to smoke another cigarette. Seriously, don't let me do it again. If you see me about to light up, smack the cigarette away and then stomp on my foot for even thinking about it. Last night I smoked far too much. More than a pack I think, but by the end of the night I'd had so much beer that I couldn't count much of anything. The evening was a blast though. I got to my

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It's been a while since I last posted. The last few days have been fairly busy for me you see, so posting to the blog, much less writing, has just not been something I have been able to find time for. Of course, you've probably been busy with your Thanksgiving traditions too, so why worry right? Well, this blog does have a fraction of readers who live outside the United States, and you're

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The forecast this morning talked about thunderstorms all day. This morning the weather was depressing, much like the past few days. I awoke at my parents with sheets of rain pelting the window of my sisters old room. My son still asleep next to me. I looked at my phone to find out the time, I had beaten the alarm by two minutes. There wasn't a sound from downstairs so I decided to delay the

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I am really trying hard to figure out why Wife's attitude has shifted like this. I'm not trying to find blame in myself or in her, but instead I am just trying to get a grip on all the facts and things I've noticed to form a better picture. What has been happening is confusing and my mind wants to understand what is going on, so I categorize things and build theories to throw at events to see

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I am now a single parent. I never thought this would happen to me. Well, I guess in some part of my mind I have imagined it, but there was usually some tragic accident like a building falling over due to a superhero battle or something equally implausible. Never did I suspect that my marriage would erode so suddenly and with such little warning. I feel like I've spent the past year or so trying

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I can't wait for her to be gone. Wife that is. The one person who has shown me no consideration in the past few weeks. No concern for the emotional roller coaster I've been on. No concern for the amount of stress I've been feeling. No concern for my feelings. None at all. Of course she isn't though. I mean, all this stress and crap that I have been dealing with is a direct result of her not

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At about eight tonight Wife and I sat the boy on the couch and told him we needed to talk. At first he was fidgety. Then he wanted to watch a movie, but eventually, after a few minutes of the Boy being a four year-old, we got to the meat of the conversation. "Mommy and Daddy both love you very much." Wife said. He told us both that he loves us too. That was as far as it went at first. I guess

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Last night was our class. The 'Just for Kids' class that our family therapist Don recommended. The class is actually for parents who are divorcing and not for those who are just separating; although honestly it looks likely that I'd have to be taking it at some time in the near future so getting it out of the way now wasn't too bad. I believe that Wife and I were the only 'couple' in the class,

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Did I ever tell you about my agent? Back in the days after my son was born I was enticed to come back to a company I had worked for on and off my entire married life. Their skill was always finding me jobs that suited where I wanted to go with my career and their people were always top notch. After using them to find me a few different jobs I was very trusting of their capabilities, and they knew

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Gentle reader, today I believe I will turn the corner. Today I believe that I will do a better job dealing with the crumbling of my marriage, and the fact that my wife is leaving me. Today things are easier than yesterday, but then how could they be worse? Yesterday, again, I arrived home to a dark house. Lights wouldn't turn on and the digital clocks were dark. At first I thought the nasty

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Well, I guest posted over on Chuck's blog again. I'm finding writng there to be a nice break from thinking about Wife. Head on over and read about what a spaz Chuck was as a kid.

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I'm taking a break today from the chronicles of my marriage's decline into the depths of hell to talk about something that has been quite overlooked for the past month or so; the little soldier. As I am sure many long time readers will know, the little soldier has served me faithfully in the past as both a source of fascination, pride, funny stories and pleasure. Recently though, with things

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I hate guest blogging. I really hate having to think of nice things to say about someone else on their blog. I hate it so much that I make sure to teach people who give me access to their blogs the error of what they thought to be, their good judgement. Take for example Chuck; yesterday I posted about his former addiction to auto-fellatio and how we cured him of it with the help of a hypnotist.

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This morning Wife and I spent an hour with a mediator trying to work out the terms of our impending separation. It was difficult to contain my anger and resentment, but I held on and managed to get through the meeting with only the slightest hint of the animosity I am beginning to feel towards my wife. Before I really get into the issues that we dealt with, I wanted to share something that has

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Many of you read my friend Chuck's blog over at Marriage Made Online. This week, maybe in an effort to take my mind of the present situation, Chuck has made me a guest blogger and allowed me to post to his site. I don't think he will make that mistake again.

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With all the words I've been writing about the situation between Wife and me this blog has lost out on the documentation of my activities. This weekend, aside from the marital strife, wasn't all bad for the Good Husband and low as my thoughts have been these past few days it would be remiss of me not to keep you up to date with the positive side of things. First off, as you already knew, I took

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I have made a decision on what to do about my blog. It hasn't been easy weighing the choice about what to do, but a decision needs to be made and as much as I would like to avoid thinking about this blog of all things right now, I have to face reality and make the hard choices. Before I let you know my decision I want to take a bit of time to reflect on what this blog has meant to me. First,

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Still no word on what to do about this blog. I don't want to delete it, and I really like the archives being up there. Maybe I'll just hold off until someone tells me to pull it down. Wife has signed her lease. She's got a place and will be moving in next weekend. Saturday the separation starts for real, and Wife's told me that if I want her back I have to show her that I can keep the house

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I am trying to make a decision about this blog. Should I keep it online or should I take it down? I am concerned that some of what I have written on this blog could serve as a tool for Wife, should she learn of it, to win full custody of our son if a divorce is the end result of our current difficulties. I am pretty open about a lot of aspects of my life and the innermost thoughts in my head here

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Today my wife threatened to take my son from his school and keep him from me unless I agreed to let her have the boy at her place two weeks out of the month and with me the other two. From everything I have read about separations and talking to people who understand kids, this is not in my son's best interest and I have said absolutely not. All this because she realizes that she can't afford to

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You know, I know things are not going well with Wife and I, and most of you are under the impression that she's a little off kilter about the entire situation, but going to my therapist tonight with her opened my eyes to some of the things that I haven't done and how that has been part of the problem. Let me share with you some of Wife's issues that she raised tonight and you'll know why it is

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Today is the first day of the rest of my life.I am a good person and people like me.I will live through this and be happy again.There is no shame in fighting to save my marriage.I will not give up on my wife and the family that we have together. I guess those are today's affirmations. You know; things that I need to repeat to myself to make sure that I am taking care of me. I need strength, and

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1. You say you still love your wife. What is it, exactly, that you want to hang onto? She doesn't seem like a particularly appealing person; from the picture we're seeing painted. Are those traits still even there, or is it a long-gone memory that you're pining for? Oh I don't know anymore. Today I'm in a serious funk, so let that be known. As a cynic I suppose what I love about my wife is that

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I wanted to give a nice warm thank you to Sparkey and Buddha Bubba for joining me at lunch yesterday. They're two smart people who are excellent at both conversation and offering support to a guy who needs it. I'm enjoying my lunches with bloggers, I wonder what other Houston area bloggers I might be able to entice to a meal. Any offers?

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I looked at my traffic this morning from yesterday. Reinvigorate is reporting that you gentle readers are coming to my site on an average of one every forty-nine seconds now. For some reason this burst in traffic doesn't make me that comfortable. Last month at about this time when I was recounting the foursome in the hot tub with Wife, Ken and Barbie (my goodness how things have changed) I had

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Things are not improving and I fear that I am making things worse. Wife tells me to let her go, begs I suppose would be a better word but this is against everything that I want for us and for the Boy and I am having a hard time doing it. She treats me with such contempt and disrespect that I can't help but get angry. I want to break things, and you know I am not a violent person. I am so worried

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Gentle Readers, I would like to make this clear. My wife is not having an affair with NerdBoy. I know this for a fact. While many of you are justified in telling me to worry about him, I do trust that there is no affair. The reader cwmac has been posting comments on this blog for the past few weeks insisting that I treat my situation as if Wife was having an affair with NerdBoy. I have read the

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It looks like the Good Husband may be on the march to a new name, and he's pretty pissed off about the entire situation. On Friday, on my drive home from work, I talked to Wife about what my plans were for the weekend. They were pretty simple really; seeing the Incredibles with my son on Friday and going to the Houston Zoo with him and my brother on Saturday. My wife told me that she wasn't going

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Today's title comes courtesy of the Odd Wife who asks if all your advice in the comments has been helpful. Well, some has, some hasn't. Please don't think that I take all of this advice as gospel. I mean, many of you think that Wife's friendship with NerdBoy is an affair, and while they do spend a lot of time talking to each other, that isn't the problem. There is no physical affair; none. As for

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No one promised me a rose garden. Not that I'd want a rose garden though, I mean then you have to do all the upkeep. Give me a rock garden or something where I'm not always stabbing my thumb on thorns or something. But that phrase isn't supposed to be taken literally. It's a figure of speech that means that no one promises you perfection or nirvana or even happily ever after. I don't expect that

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Some of you think that Wife and NerdBoy are having an affair. Some of you think that Wife is an alcoholic. Some of you think that this is my fault and some of you think that my wife is crazy. Some of you think that she's depressed. Some of you think that she's an ungrateful bitch. Some of you think that I should get a divorce and some of you think that I should stick things out and be patient.

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It's a bit hard to write a post today. Usually by this time I'm done and looking forward to your comments, but today I'm watching the election and worrying that we're going to take the wrong path for four more years again. Wife's got me fucked up again. She's not telling me that she doesn't feel like she's the center of my world after last weeks comments that she felt smothered by me. She gets

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Before I get into this post I'd like to state one thing for my gentle readers; I don't understand homophobia, or any hatred of any person for who they choose to love or how they choose to express it. I can't fathom holding hatred like that. To me love is something that we should cherish when ever we experience it or see it expressed. So this morning my friend Rita sends me a link to Mental

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The weekend is through and I'm in far better spirits. Taking off really did give me the time I needed to evaluate how I feel and to decide on the best course of action. Hanging out with both my brother and my buddy from High School gave me a chance to recharge my self confidence, and I really needed that. The only down side to the weekend was the post-midnight calls from my mother on both Friday

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At about three yesterday the Boy and I arrived at the house I grew up in. My parents seemed stressed about the situation and wanting to talk. My conversations with them about things are frequently interrupted by my son, who I am trying hard not to talk in front of. Well, talk about the issues with Wife. I called Wife on the way to the boy's school. I left a message on her voice mail saying

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Yesterday I spent some time reading the archives here. I started back at the beginning and realized that I've been pretty much a patsy in my life, allowing things to happen to me and then making the best of the cards I'm dealt. I've enabled my Wife to live as she does by backing away from confrontation in the hopes that the present will be happy for too long. Reading through my blog I notice that

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Replay last Friday's events and call it last night with the exception of taking my son to the babysitter. Add to it driving twenty miles to the bar that Wife and NerdBoy were watching the game at. Add a plea for help from a confused and scared husband to his Wife for help, then ignore it. Make the husband choke back tears so as not to scare his son on the way home. Mix all the ingredients

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What do you do when the woman you've spent the last seventeen years in love with tells you that she doesn't have the heart to make an effort on your relationship anymore? That's the question I posed to my shrink yesterday when I paid an expensive visit to her comfortable couch laden room/office. She didn't have an immediate answer, and I wasn't really expecting one right off the bat. If she

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If my blog so far was a novel that you were reading I suppose this weekend would be the climax of the book. The weekend when all the threads in my life all rocket towards a big impact that leaves you speechless. It's a damn shame too, because I wasn't ready for the climax to happen. Right now I'm pretty numb. I don't feel any emotion other than, I suppose, a sense of relief. The anger I felt no

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Arrrrrrrggggggghh! I just spent the last fifteen minutes writing a post about Houston, and blogger ate the damn thing. Curse you blogger! Curse your every lovin' eyes! I don't feel better, but hell. What can I do about it but write the damn thing again, this time with more italics! How about them Houston Astros huh? I can't believe they won last night, well I think they did. I turned off the

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Well folks, I've decided to bite the bullet and start preparing to write my first novel. The impetus for doing so is NaNoWriMo, which happens to be November. What is NaNoWriMo you ask; well it's National Novel Writing Month. Every November thousands of writers take to the task of writing a one hundred and seventy-five page novel, or about fifty thousand words (which means that this blog has

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There is nothing harder for me to do than to maintain a feeling of pessimism. I can't really explain it, but each morning as I wake up (today from my third night with less than five hours of sleep) I just can't manage to dread the day. Issues with Wife, issues with work, issues with this crazy mob family that I'm involved in, all of that just beads off my back after my first cup of green tea.

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I'm taking a break from writing about the past today. I can tell you are all excited by my historical posts by the loads of comments they've been getting. I had hoped that writing about the courtship of Wife and I would bring my spirits up, but the opposite has been happening. Maybe it is just a bad week for me to attempt this. When I started this blog ages ago I wanted to use it as an outlet

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Today I did something I've never done before. For a little under an hour in the balmy October weather of Houston Texas (it was about 95 F outside) I lifted my anonymous mask and said hello to someone as both myself and as the Good Husband. It was a fairly nervous moment but I'm happy to say it went off well. The target of my unmasking was an enterprising reporter from the Gotham Globe who'd been

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I don't remember much about the morning of my first date with N (N = Wife, before we were married). I imagine I woke up and got dressed before checking directions to her house. The drive was about eight miles and as I found over the next few years, I could make it there in about fifteen minutes; ten if I went way over the speed limit. I can't really remember what I wore on our first date, but

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Sometimes I wonder at the meaning of it all. I wonder just what I am doing here and what the meaning of existence is. Posing these existential questions to myself drives me a bit crazy some times, but thankfully I have an 'other' who I've partnered with to figure out all this crazy shit called life. Today, I'd like you to meet my other. He's a firefighter (but not a hero) in LA named Tommy Corn.

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Seeing things for other perspectives is something that I strive on. I am so glad I stumbled across Life as I Live with the next blog button. It is a good read and there's a lot of perspective from the other woman in this blog. I wish there were comments or at the least and email address for the author. This week, while I am telling you about long ago history, I am also trying hard to see things

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It is memory lane week this week on the Good Husband and to start things off, I thought I'd share the story of the first date that I had with Wife, to the best of my recollection. Bear in mind, this date happened some seventeen years ago, so the details of the date may be a bit on the fuzzy side. I suppose though, looking back on the events that happened when I was sixteen, it is a good thing

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I would like to officially nominate Jon Stewart as deserving to be the Patron Saint of Democracy. Read the transcript of today's CrossFire show on CNN (the entire interview please, it's well worth it towards the end) Stewart starts about a quarter of the way down and makes an impassioned plea for the news to talk about the news, and not the spin. To stop pandering to politicians and corporations

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I just got back from commenting on a post over at BrainBullets, where the usually astute blogger Phil gets all muddled up when he listens to the debate spin of people who obviously couldn't pass the comprehension section of the SAT. As Phil posted some nice comments here helping me with my 'cannot' problem, I thought I'd help him out in understanding reality. Since I'm so proud of my comment, I

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Oh heck. I think I messed up when I said this was to be the fated 200th post. Turns out this post may have been it. How dull. How predictable. Oh well, that's the way it goes. Even so, a blog with over two hundred posts should be something to crow about, so I'll go ahead and treat this post like it is number two hundred. For those of you who can't count, don't worry, this really is the two

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Last night I watched the final debate between two men who want to lead our country at the local Democratic HQ. The nice thing about watching the debate there is that the conversation is usually positive and upbeat and that beer drinking during the debate is not frowned on. In the three hours I was at the HQ I had three beers and talked with a good number of neighbors about the Presidential race

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Last night was Gunther's birthday party. I had been looking forward to going but decided against it. While I need friends, I don't like the idea of friends threatening people with brain damage. Having said all that; I would not mind having Gunther come to my office to help me negotiate a higher salary. Of course I wouldn't do that, but you have to allow me to have my little fantasies. As Wife

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"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them for this comes after work.

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I am at the point that I don't want to talk to Wife about issues with our relationship. I know that ignoring the issues is not the solution to the problems, but confrontation in the past week has been counter productive. Take for example our talk last Wednesday about Wife needing time alone and my issues with NerdBoy. At the time of our talk, which I thought went very well; Wife told me how she

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What fun it is to crawl through my referrals and find a blog like A Creative Spanked Wife where a wife blogs about her submissive role in her marriage, and posts erotic artwork to boot. Also newly linking to the Good Husband is Evil Torturing Angel where a woman who appears to be getting through a divorce blogs about her life. She's got a great way with words and I know I'll be going back to

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Last Wednesday, as I mentioned in the previous post, Wife and I had what I considered to be a good talk; the kind of talk where she didn't react negatively to any statement that I made about my feelings. After the talk I felt that things were certainly improving, and once again I committed myself to making changes in my behavior to make Wife happy. One of the topics that came up was that Wife

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I wrote most of this post last week. It is a fitting prequel to what happened on Friday night, so I thought I'd post it up this evening so you can catch up with what I've been thinking about before I go into details about how badly I fucked things up on Friday night. ------- A reader asked me to share what is going through my head while watching Wife going down on a girl; well that's a good

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There's nothing like telling a good joke that no one has heard before. I personally like to collect jokes and funny stories to share with people and usually can come up with a joke for any topic or situation so it is rare when I find a blog filled with jokes I've never heard before (and funny jokes at that). The folks at Funny and Interesting Observations are blogging nothing but funny jokes and

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The party of five lost a member with the screening of the video. The last I saw of Barry that night was in his room with the movie on. Last night I asked Wife what she remembered from the movie and she said she'd pretty much forgotten the entire thing. She remembered that the movie was pretty messed up, but otherwise it's only a vague memory. Barbie, on the other hand, doesn't remember seeing the

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Sometimes I am a skeptical person. Sometimes people send me links to sites and tell me I'm going to enjoy them and I don't. Sometimes I pretend to like them so I can seem all cool and shit, and sometimes I really actually like a story so much that I wish the ability to magically be able to cure chest pains so the girl who sent me the link will get her some tonight. I've said too much. Tonight

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So there we were, the five of us, naked in the kitchen playing a version of Blackjack that included points for wieners on the face of the cards. I lost two hands in a row which left me without a stitch on. Wife, luck on her side, was still clad in her shorts but that was about to change. When she lost her last hand Barbie stepped over to help her out of her shorts. With both ladies nude and next

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A brief break in the story to point out a Blog I've been enjoying. Please direct your browsers to The Cherner Blog where Cherner asks "Have your ignorant Stepford GOP friends been repeating the same mantra as mine?" This one's probably not for Chuck.

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You lot of complainers! Here I am, trying to stretch out the story of Saturday night by giving you details so minute that most of the people at the party would be hard pressed to remember and you gripe that I should slave away at the keyboard faster so that you can find out how I chaffed my backside? Bah humbug I say to you gentle reader. Here at the Good Husband tales will be told at my pace;

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Where did I leave off? Ah yes, we'd just returned from a late lunch and a trip to the toy store. Not that toy store, perverted reader; Toys R Us. Saturday evening's plans were to be, according to Wife, a dinner with Leroy and Newman and after that, who knows. I had suggested that we swing by one of Houston's couples clubs to see if the running trend of being somewhat unnerved by those places

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For those of you not happy to hear the harsh words of reality about the Presidential elections next month on my blog, be overjoyed as this weekend's activities provided enough fodder for posts to last a week or more I am sure. This weekend I had a breathalyzer administered, a new car battery bought and installed, a chaffed back side from fun in a hot tub and an excellent time at the beach with my

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Last night I went off to a local fundraiser/watch party to view the Presidential Debate on TV with folks I'd never really met before. Like thousands of other Americans who want a better future for our country, I had high hopes that Kerry would be able to connect with American voters on the fence and start to make up the perception gap against his rival, TWPE (The Worst President Ev-vah). I had

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I promised to tell you about the titty bar but this came out instead. I suppose sometimes flirtations get the best of you and you end up thinking a situation through to see where it goes. This is something I wrote for a reader who asked a long time ago. She knows who she is. Seeing as both of us are otherwise married and both obviously not interested in doing anything to jeopardize that, my

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"The hottest parts of Hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of crisis." -- Dante This morning I came across a comment from regular reader and all around excellent blogger Chuck, from Marriage Made On-Line, asking me: "would it be possible for you to put all your lame ass/misguided political views in italics or a different color font or something? At least until the election is

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My goodness, what a day it has been at the world headquarters of Good Husband, Incorporated. I've been doing battle all day against a pesky problem that I once had licked but due to a overhaul of the system we're working on, said problem had to be solved again. What fun, what thinking, what a pain in the ass. Fortunately for me, I've been having the excellent luck to have a chatty construction

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I'd like to take a few minutes of your time, maybe longer if you read slowly, to let you know a bit more about my past. Specifically I'm thinking back to a date a little over four years ago. A day in the early summer of 2000 when my life was idylic and wants were not wanted, they were had. The day was the twenty-eighth of June, 2000. At that time I was a new father and still learning the ropes of

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America, you have until Monday to register to vote in the upcoming elections. The outcome of this election will determine if America will remain the greatest democratic republic in history or slip further into the selfish, short-sighted ways of our current administration. I implore you to accept the mantle of responsibility, the requirement of democracy, and vote.

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"Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." - Sir Walter Scott Well folks, it is Tuesday and my mind is in turmoil today. At the center of the turmoil, forming the eye of the hurricane as it were, is my job and the overall security of it. I've just spent the last hour or so listening to my supervisor having an animated conversation on the phone. I'd like to be able to

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Howdy folks, I hope everyone's weekend was great. My weekend went fairly well, not much excitement happened since I last posted, but that's a nice change of pace. I didn't really do anything exciting, but other people nearby had a lot of excitement. Friday came and went without the curse of the flat tire making an appearance, so I'm hoping that four Fridays in a row was enough for the Karma gods.

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Today's topic comes from an attractive lady who's been reading this blog for quite a while. She IMed to say: "I believe you have promised your faithful readers a post about your background and wife's background and how you got together and eventually created the boy." Well, I can't remember promising that, but I did say first suggestion wins and she beat Murphy's multiple suggestions by about ten

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The other night I got an email from a lady who was reading this site. I believe she came here from a Google Search on Durex XXL condoms because my referral log showed that referral just prior to their email. I don't know that for a fact, but I like to put two and two together and see what comes up. In any case, the evidence that she arrived from that Google search is far more believable than say,

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Years and years and years ago I was enjoying the summer between Kindergarten and first grade at my home just outside of Houston. It was the summer after the bicentennial and to a small child who was enamored with the celebrations of his adopted country the previous summer, a little bit of a let down. The fireworks that year were not as big and the quarters had returned to their normal eagle

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There's nothing like talking about your Big Boobies to get my attention. Heck, good writing and frank discussion on lush, firm, more-than-a-handful-tits is the way to win any man's heart. Way better than no boobies.

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Yesterday I arrived home to a dark house. Lights wouldn't turn on and the digital clocks were dark. At first I thought we'd blown a fuse or something because the thermostat was on and showing that the inside temperature was the same as the set point, but apparently batteries play a part in the thermostat so it was not to be trusted. The electricity that usually flows through the house was not

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Friends, neighbors, gentle reader, lend me your eyes (not literally mind you) and read my warning to you: Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow is a crap film. Don't go see this movie. Seriously, don't. On Saturday Wife and I woke bright and early to move our new painting around the house for an hour or so. We finally settled on a spot over the piano, but I don't think it is going to live

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Gentle reader I am worse for the wear. This weekend I was not kind to myself and I am suffering for it still. Would that I could tell you stories of Wife drinking too much and making a fool out of herself, but this weekend it was all me. Me making a fool out of myself and me drinking too much and partaking on a bit too much weed smoking. You probably want to hear all about it don't you? Well,

Chrisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488312.post-1095434263370410892004-09-17T08:53:00.000-07:002004-09-17T08:56:42.296-07:00

Oh Next Blog button, how do I love thee? You sprinkle my life with such treasures such as Bob's blog, god-of-small-things. Here's the blog that discusses religious topics that fly beneath the radar -- small stories about God, Faith, Life, Death, and whatever comes in between. It's my kind of God Blog; one filled with thinking and compassion instead of hellfire and damnation. People who know me

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Well, there are a lot of questions in the thread from yesterday. Some of the questions are going to require a detailed answer and some can be responded to with pithy comments so I'm going to mix things up a bit. Shall we get started? What were the first 'open relationship' (Wife + Barbie/Ken) or bisexual experiences you had with your wife? Specifically with Ken and Barbie? Well, that was the

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With less than an hour of work to go I've decided to slack off and click that roulette wheel of karma, the 'Next Blog' button. Skipping over the blogs that are not in English, because I don't read much of anything else, I came across some real treats to share with you, gentle reader. In the first of one installment, here's something to enjoy or poke fun at, depending on your peccadilloes. First

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Tomorrow I'm not going to think of anything to write here. Instead I am going to do nothing but answer reader questions. Please post your questions in this thread. I will answer the questions completely honestly and as best I can. If I don't feel that I can be honest about the question, I'll just skip it. :) So, question away. Ask me where I was on the Night of January 16th or something more

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Ghaaaaah! I just can't take it any more. I was planning on going the entire week without writing about Wife here. She's been getting the short shift on this blog because I do nothing but bitch about this slight or that and now most of you have the perception that she's an abusive, uncaring, ungrateful, alcoholic wife who shirks her responsibilities to husband and child. She's really not that bad

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Hello payday, it is ever so nice to see you again, and not a moment too soon! Lord knows I've been so broke this week people are mistaking me for Bush's record on diplomacy. Today the influx of my twice monthly paycheck has ballooned up the old account balance for a few days, at least until the bills clear. It is sad to see more than half my paycheck evaporate to loans and car payments and the

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My father and I never had the best of relationships when I was growing up (or is it coming up these days? I'm so confused in this hip-hop nation). There are reasons piled up to the roof of the house as to why my father and I didn't get along well. Mostly it was because my father was the ultimate figure of authority when I was a child and authority was something that I like to question. My father

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Apparently last Thursday while on my bike ride I put a hole in the back inner tube. I wanted to point out that flat makes the third flat tire I've had in three weeks. I think I may take the bus into work this Friday.

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Ah Monday, so unwelcome your arrival after Sunday. Today hasn't started like a well oiled machine. I slept through multiple alarms finally rising from bed ten minutes after I was supposed to leave for work. Thirty minutes later I was out the house and traffic further delayed my arrival at the happy office tower I call 'the building.' Now I am camped up in my cube typing away and glad to see that

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After a week of sketchy referrals re-invigorate is back up and working again (thank goodness) so it's time to look into the minds of people searching out the Good Husband on the many Internet search tools. Pray tell or great list of referrals, what nuggets of information are the search engines claiming to have found here? If you're thinking it much have something to do with Lindsey Lohan's

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September 11, 2001 I was out of work. Not really unemployed at the time because I was a consultant working for myself, but I had no work to do on that nice September morning. My only responsibility was to my son and so far I'd been doing a pretty piss-poor job of being the single Dad. Three days prior, while stressing over making the Boy some dinner (Chef Boy-Are-Dee) I took my eyes off my

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Yesterday's jury duty was an exercise in boredom. I spent the better part of four hours under the control of the Harris County courts system (notorious for sending more people to death row than any other county in the US, and many nations of the world) so you'd better believe I was well behaved. After shuffling around the court rooms under the watch of the bailiff we were sent out on recess for

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Hi all, I'm serving jury duty today so I can't spend long typing. Regarding yesterday's comments; I don't blog much about what I do with my son here and there is a reason for that. I feel a level of discomfort mentioning the activities of his life on this blog. I try to keep the focus of things mostly on my relationship with my wife; hense the title 'The Good Husband.' A blog about life with my

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