Jealousy

So much for another day of silence. J stopped by to pick up his accumulated mail and it came out that we both needed to go to the store. Before going, J used my bathroom. In the car on the way to our first stop, he came out with "look, I know it is none of my business and I have no right to be angry, but I have to ask this and I think you know that. Whose toothbrush is that?" He was referring to the fact that there are currently two brushes in my toothbrush holder. I told him, offhand "it's mine." He jokingly said something like "la di da, aren't you fancy." He was joking, feeling self conscious at having been jealous but also still suspicious. He assumed that I'd had an over night guest who hadn't brought a toothbrush (read: I'd fucked a guy who needed a toothbrush). Eventually, I said "you'll be angry until I explain this, won't you?" His reply was "I'll not think anything and just look out the window", again with the joking tone he uses when he feels ridiculous but still feels suspicious.

So I came clean and explained that I'd been too lazy to unpack my suitcase until today and so pulled a new brush from my linen closet (I may not floss but I always have plenty of new toothbrushes around). It did surprise me that he thought I'd fuck someone else when I've made it clear that I hope to reconcile with him. Of course, because I love him, I did the quick rethink of "does this mean he thinks we are supposed to be single and seeing others?" But he assured me he is on the same mental track as am I. So yay.

But can I just say that I'm not that dumb? If I had fucked someone and given them a toothbrush, I would have removed it before J had seen it. More importantly, I wouldn't have fucked someone. So take that suspicious separated husband!

In other news, I've gotten my act together. The shelf paper has been placed and my items returned to their rightful place in my kitchen. And it is 12:31 a.m. and I'm doing laundry. So take that 400 pound lady living in squalor!