We have had a string of really nice days together, me and Blue Eyes. Sweden was tough, so many triggers, but I do believe I have taken the country back. She no longer owns it.
New York and seeing our older son was pretty amazing although it was so bleeping cold, geez with the windchill it felt like 25 degrees… at least that cold. We took a couple of taxis when we should have walked because we were just too cold. I will be happy to get back home and back into the swing of things.
I am writing this literally while we are on the plane home. I cannot believe I have been gone 20 days! I just finished my 2nd Paris post, but need to wait until I get to real internet to add the photos as the bandwidth on the plane internet won’t let me load a photo on WP. Honestly, everything has been going so well (other than the fact that we threw many of our healthy eating habits out the window over the past two weeks and need to get back on plan tomorrow). No crying on my part since Paris, well, maybe just a couple of tears of anger and frustration in Stockholm, but hardly worth the mention. New York was great as we have been there so many times as a couple and as a family since he was there with her that it holds absolutely no triggers for me now.
We arrived at JFK this afternoon and made it through security without incident. Usually JFK gives us a run for our money, but thankfully, today, smooth sailing. We got on our crappy old plane to head the many hours home and we plop ourselves down in Row 2. Interestingly, after a good 10 minutes, half the seats in first class were still empty but we figured people were just running late. I am on high alert as this type of a flight would be one that Camilla would most likely show up on if given the opportunity. Like the flight in December from Hawaii, she could have easily flown to NY and back home in one day. She probably could have purchased this flight for a reasonable amount, and it is a Thursday, same day of the week as the Hawaii flight, her day off. Thankfully she is not on this flight. Weirdly though, we have seen two women since yesterday that have looked enough like her to make both me and Blue Eyes do a double take. Yesterday we were in a restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen near our hotel, and there was a woman at a table across from us that bore an uncanny resemblance to Camilla. She was slightly younger and thinner and her hair was a little shorter and she was wearing glasses, but seriously. I was obsessed with her the entire meal. I even took a photo when she got up to leave. I would post it here, but the crappy airplane internet… you know. There was also a lady that got on this plane that looked a bit like Camilla. Really, I wish I could forget what she looks like altogether.
Just as everyone is loaded on the plane and they are about to shut the doors, two women rush on board. One is a quiet heavyset brunette who causes no drama. Her friend is a 30 something platinum (dyed) blonde with a tight sleeveless dress on (great body) and pretty face. She literally acts like she owns the plane. She is frantically looking for a place in the upper compartments to house her large roller suitcase. At this point everyone is seated nicely and all our bags are securely stowed above our seats. There appears to be no room for her bag. She starts asking the flight attendants to find place for it “in their closet.” When they say it is too heavy by FAA standards to go in the closet and wouldn’t fit anyway, both the blonde and the flight attendant start shifting things around above us. A guy behind us quickly jumps out of his seat to help the “ladies.” He graciously moves his much smaller bag to a different compartment leaving some room above our seat. Out comes Blue Eyes coat, then his computer bag in order to accommodate this woman’s humungous bag. Blue Eyes ends up with his belongings under the seat in front of him. Platinum blonde does not thank him or anyone. She just sits in her bulkhead row in front of me with a flourish and asks for a drink. As soon as the flight attendant is gone, she reclines her seat back into my lap… these 737’s are notoriously awful planes and even in first class, there is no leg room and with her seat reclined, my tray table and laptop are shoved against my belly. Oh well, I guess that’s not her fault but she could have at least waited until we were at 10,000 feet.
Anyway, the plane leaves and Camilla is not on the flight and I am not anxious at all. Then, there is a rush on the bathroom once we reach cursing altitude and Blue Eyes is getting perturbed. He really wants to use the facilities. I suggest he get up and stand at the front and just wait until the bathroom is vacant and he will surely be the next one in. He does do this and I am sure he had every intention of looking back at me and smiling while he was waiting for the restroom. But instead, his eyes go directly to the platinum blonde in front of me and he flashes her a flirty smile and THEN he realizes I am behind her and he smiles at me. I look at him with an incredulous look and he quickly comes back to the seat and says… “I was smiling at you, not at her.” Really? REALLY? Then why are you explaining yourself? Why would you even need to say anything at all. I tell him quietly that lying is unnecessary. I am just extremely disappointed that he 1) flirted with another woman right in front of me, and 2) lied about it.
He used the restroom and then sat back down at his seat and wrote out a note to me telling me he was sorry if my perception was that he had smiled at another woman. That he didn’t and that he was actually looking at me. But that he realizes that my “perception” is all that matters and he is terribly sorry that I have that perception. OMG. It was not my perception, it was the reality of the situation. It is not difficult to tell when someone is looking at you, or looking at the woman in front of you. Not to mention, that look that he gave her is reserved for women who are not his wife. In the lingo of the sex addicts, it is called grooming. It happens without them even thinking about it or possibly not even realizing it. Geez. Thanks Blue Eyes, nice way to ruin my great mood and to send your recovery back 10 steps. It also does not help that he was giving the sexy eye to the horrid self absorbed, self entitled platinum blonde in front of me who seems to think her chair should recline into a flat sleeping position IN MY LAP!!!
I can’t wait to be home.