Well… Everything is all done and filled out for the CPA. I got Ellen to assist me with that, then we hit the road for Lunch at Friendly’s and did some shopping at Walmart; Ellen helping me pick up some stuff Julia had asked me to get while she was at work.
All in all, it was a productive day, me quickly explaining to a few people online and on the phone that two plus two really does equal four. Even Julia has to wonder at times why so many people only half listen to or read what I’m writing. She herself finds me to be… Uh… How did she put it one night?
Oh yeah. She said, “You’re my voice of reason.”
I don’t let it go to my head. Or… At least I try not to. But… It’s always nice to know that there’s at least one woman out there who doesn’t regard men in general as one would a dog. At least not this man. The other men in the world? Well… I’m pretty sure that dog like mannerisms might play into that, plus their narrow minds.
When I think about it, I can’t help but wonder why so many women even bother getting married. Are their men akin to service dogs? And… If that’s the case… Uh… Why do so many women look down on blind people and other uniquely abled individuals when they themselves clearly have a true disability which leads them to depend upon the company of men as one might a dog or, if the guy is lucky, a service dog.
And… In defense of at least a few women out there… Yeah… We’re talking about the good guys here. Some men are dogs and treating them that way just can’t be helped.
I remember one time in the Sparta ShopRite when a guy had the balls to walk up to Julia and loudly ask her in front of an aisle full of people why she was wasting herself on a guy like me. According to him she should be with someone who could actually admire her beauty. She began laughing maniacally as she turned to me and said, “You hear that honey? He thinks you can’t really see my beauty.”
Then, much to his surprise and mine she suddenly whipped around to face him again; slapping him so hard across the face that he fell on his ass, right there in the middle of the Sparta ShopRite. She then very sweetly said to me, “I wonder if, with all his superiority, he saw that coming?” Then she called out laughing, “Cleanup in aisle five!” We then continued on shopping in the store like nothing had just happened; a whole bunch of women who had been close enough to witness the exchange giving Julia a rousing round of applause as we moved away from the scene.
I’ll never forget that day so long as I live. It was absolutely priceless. And… As I understand it, it took him a good five minutes to pick himself up off the floor because other folks kept running into him with their shopping carts as they past. I figured for sure we’d be told not to come back to the place ourselves. But the only thing that happened was the store manager came up to the register and told us, “The groceries are on the house. We look forward to seeing you two again soon.”
I am so glad that I have Julia in my life. She treats me as a person. She accepts my limitations, knowing that she, despite fitting society’s definition of being physically normal… Well… As she herself keeps reminding me, “Why are you so damn hard on yourself about the things you can’t do? We’ve all got limitations physical and otherwise. With all the things you are able to do… Uh… Fuck the people who are only concerned about the few things you can’t manage on your own. As if they don’t routinely need help with anything in this day and age. What bullshit!”
“Anyhow…” When I got done with the personal and professional online and phone stuff, it was time for me to connect with Ellen to do the paperwork, lunch and shopping. We had a good time and as we were pulling into my driveway, Julia rolled up next to us in her car and invited Ellen to stay for dinner. Julia was delighted when Ellen said, “Yes!”
I got to cook the Roast beef while the ladies chatted, Julia doing a salad, mash potatoes and a few other things. Once everything was done, “It was dinner time.”
Ellen certainly had a busy day off, even before meeting up with me, by the sound of things and was more than ready to head home. Julia offered her use of our guest room for the night. But… Ellen had to get back to work the following morning so, “Off she went.”
When she left, Julia and I cleaned up the dishes and stuff. Then we sat down in the living room to watch an episode of the Oak Island series on the History Channel.
When that was over, we just kind of sat their chilling for a while before Julia asked me, “Does it feel weird to you working and shopping with your once ex-girlfriend and ex friend with benefits who’s now just a friend?” I thought for a second before saying, “No. I made the right decisions with regard to her, and I don’t regret it.”
She then asked, “What do you think she feels these days? Do you think she has accepted the changes?” I then looked at her for a long while, giving her a searching look before answering, “I think there is always a part of her that is going to feel love for me. But I think that in the end she also feels grateful for the way things worked out for both of us.”
I then sat back and just waited for her to respond. “You’re a shrewd mand Brian Schnabel. A good man. But shrewd. Don’t ever change that.”
After a long silence she came over to me and wordlessly took my hand and moved into the bedroom. And the rest as they say boys and girls, “Is history.”