Freckles
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I was hoping that someone had some advice for me. My wife and I are both self-diagnosed Aspies. We've been married for 8 years and together for 14, since we were teenagers. We've been happy, for the most part, for all that time and have had many adventures and have a lot of great memories together.
We've lived all over the US and have had different jobs, sometimes working together, sometimes apart, sometimes we make friends and sometimes we don't. Through all that we've been through, we've always been each other's best friend and soulmate.
Sounds like a great situation, doesn't it? Well we started having problems a couple months ago and things are deteriorating fast. She was given a promotion at work that included a $2,000 salary bump and an assistant. She was put in charge of interviewing and picking this person from a few candidates. She had never done this sort of thing before and was nervous because she didn't like any of them, so she asked my advice and described them to me. Two were middle-aged woman (both of which she described as being rude to her and seemed to feel they were above being an assistant) and a 45 year old gay man that she said was obviously mentally unstable. I assumed she was exaggerating on the mentally unstable part (found out later she wasn't) and advised her to hire him. After all, she said he was very eager to get the job and I thought he would help unburden her work load.
About a month after she hired him, we all got together at a Christmas party for her work. I went out of my way to include him in conversations and make him feel comfortable when others tried to exclude him for his abnormal behavior (he has a way of making everyone around him uncomfortable.) My wife and I were invited out for drinks afterwards and her assistant kind of invited himself along. The other members of our group didn't want him there but still I stuck up for him. The couple we were with actually left the bar early because he made them uncomfortable, but I stayed until after midnight talking with him and my wife, even as they discussed work for hours, leaving me out of the conversation.
For a month after that, everything was cool. I took her out on dates and have been the hopeless romantic I've always been and she seemed as happy with me as can be. Then one day after dinner, she tells me that her assistant needs some help going through his dead mother's things. It turns out that his mom died twenty years ago, but his father's house is still filled with her things. Yes, he is 45 and still living with his father. Anyway, I offered to help with the heavy lifting, but my wife insisted it would be an emotional time and that I should stay at home. That Saturday, she left at 8am and told me she'd be back by 2pm. I was feeling a little jealous, not because I thought there was anything going on between them, but because the weekend is our time away from work that we spend together. I waited around for her to come back, but by 4pm I still hadn't heard from her. I had our only phone and assumed she would call me. By 6, my wife's mom called asking where she was because they were supposed to meet up for tea. I explained that she was helping her friend separate some stuff and that I'd let her know she called when I saw her. My wife came home, where I'd been waiting for her her for ten and a half hours now, and stopped by for a second to get her bank card because her assistant?s family was so grateful to have her help them that they wanted to all go out to a nice restaurant. I asked if I could come and was told that she thought it'd be awkward because I wasn't invited. Her mom called again about 8pm, worried that she hadn't heard from her all day and they were supposed to meet up. I had to explain to her that she went out for dinner with that friend's family. This seemed to make her mom upset, but I didn't really know what else to say. Her mom called again at 11pm very worried about her daughter. I was very worried too but didn't want to seem like the jealous husband, so I again stuck up for her and told her mom that she probably just got to talking and forgot about the time. Her mom said that she was getting worried about her driving because it was starting to snow. (also it's not like my wife at all to be doing something social let alone all day and night) I again promised I'd call when I heard from her.
At about midnight, I was startled by shouting outside my house. It was my wife in her car and her parents in the other, screaming at each other. I stood at the door and watched as we wife stomped towards me and my in-laws sped off. She shouted at me "You sent my parents after me? You treat me like a child." I insisted that I did know such thing. She stomped upstairs. I told her I was worried about her and asked why she didn't call to say she'd be late. She shouted that she's an adult and she can do whatever she wants.
She told me that her parents had tracked her friend down and were sitting outside his house when she and her assistant pulled into the driveway. Her mom started smacking the driver side window and screaming that her husband (me) didn't know where she was. Her parents threatened him to stay away from their daughter, (They're both a little crazy) and escorted her home to make sure she didn't go somewhere else. I swore to my wife and I swear to you reading this that I had no idea that my in-laws would make such a spectacle. My wife claims that after dinner they had to go to the local grocery store/pharmacy because her assistant ran out of hormone replacement drugs and needed to get some right away and that she would have called but he forgot his cellphone in the bed of his pick-up. Not only is this a ridicules story but an obvious lie. His phone wouldn't be in the bed of his truck (it was snowing and why would he toss it there) But also, we live in a small town and there is no pharmacy open past eight.
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We've lived all over the US and have had different jobs, sometimes working together, sometimes apart, sometimes we make friends and sometimes we don't. Through all that we've been through, we've always been each other's best friend and soulmate.
Sounds like a great situation, doesn't it? Well we started having problems a couple months ago and things are deteriorating fast. She was given a promotion at work that included a $2,000 salary bump and an assistant. She was put in charge of interviewing and picking this person from a few candidates. She had never done this sort of thing before and was nervous because she didn't like any of them, so she asked my advice and described them to me. Two were middle-aged woman (both of which she described as being rude to her and seemed to feel they were above being an assistant) and a 45 year old gay man that she said was obviously mentally unstable. I assumed she was exaggerating on the mentally unstable part (found out later she wasn't) and advised her to hire him. After all, she said he was very eager to get the job and I thought he would help unburden her work load.
About a month after she hired him, we all got together at a Christmas party for her work. I went out of my way to include him in conversations and make him feel comfortable when others tried to exclude him for his abnormal behavior (he has a way of making everyone around him uncomfortable.) My wife and I were invited out for drinks afterwards and her assistant kind of invited himself along. The other members of our group didn't want him there but still I stuck up for him. The couple we were with actually left the bar early because he made them uncomfortable, but I stayed until after midnight talking with him and my wife, even as they discussed work for hours, leaving me out of the conversation.
For a month after that, everything was cool. I took her out on dates and have been the hopeless romantic I've always been and she seemed as happy with me as can be. Then one day after dinner, she tells me that her assistant needs some help going through his dead mother's things. It turns out that his mom died twenty years ago, but his father's house is still filled with her things. Yes, he is 45 and still living with his father. Anyway, I offered to help with the heavy lifting, but my wife insisted it would be an emotional time and that I should stay at home. That Saturday, she left at 8am and told me she'd be back by 2pm. I was feeling a little jealous, not because I thought there was anything going on between them, but because the weekend is our time away from work that we spend together. I waited around for her to come back, but by 4pm I still hadn't heard from her. I had our only phone and assumed she would call me. By 6, my wife's mom called asking where she was because they were supposed to meet up for tea. I explained that she was helping her friend separate some stuff and that I'd let her know she called when I saw her. My wife came home, where I'd been waiting for her her for ten and a half hours now, and stopped by for a second to get her bank card because her assistant?s family was so grateful to have her help them that they wanted to all go out to a nice restaurant. I asked if I could come and was told that she thought it'd be awkward because I wasn't invited. Her mom called again about 8pm, worried that she hadn't heard from her all day and they were supposed to meet up. I had to explain to her that she went out for dinner with that friend's family. This seemed to make her mom upset, but I didn't really know what else to say. Her mom called again at 11pm very worried about her daughter. I was very worried too but didn't want to seem like the jealous husband, so I again stuck up for her and told her mom that she probably just got to talking and forgot about the time. Her mom said that she was getting worried about her driving because it was starting to snow. (also it's not like my wife at all to be doing something social let alone all day and night) I again promised I'd call when I heard from her.
At about midnight, I was startled by shouting outside my house. It was my wife in her car and her parents in the other, screaming at each other. I stood at the door and watched as we wife stomped towards me and my in-laws sped off. She shouted at me "You sent my parents after me? You treat me like a child." I insisted that I did know such thing. She stomped upstairs. I told her I was worried about her and asked why she didn't call to say she'd be late. She shouted that she's an adult and she can do whatever she wants.
She told me that her parents had tracked her friend down and were sitting outside his house when she and her assistant pulled into the driveway. Her mom started smacking the driver side window and screaming that her husband (me) didn't know where she was. Her parents threatened him to stay away from their daughter, (They're both a little crazy) and escorted her home to make sure she didn't go somewhere else. I swore to my wife and I swear to you reading this that I had no idea that my in-laws would make such a spectacle. My wife claims that after dinner they had to go to the local grocery store/pharmacy because her assistant ran out of hormone replacement drugs and needed to get some right away and that she would have called but he forgot his cellphone in the bed of his pick-up. Not only is this a ridicules story but an obvious lie. His phone wouldn't be in the bed of his truck (it was snowing and why would he toss it there) But also, we live in a small town and there is no pharmacy open past eight.
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