D-Day Minus 135 – making connections

I headed up to Virginia a few weeks after that first dinner. My parents live there and the boys went up to visit them for a few weeks and take sailing lessons. I went up to visit and bring them home. Brad stayed with the dogs and finished up some of the house jobs that we had started. We wanted to surprise the boys by completely renovating their bedrooms, which turned out to be a bigger task than we anticipated. In fact we spent all of our time alone working on the rooms instead of doing something fun or romantic. We should have made time for us.

While up in Virginia, my parents, the boys and I drove to DC to see the sights. In the middle of this sightseeing trip I received a text from an unknown number. It was from Susan. Brad had given her my number and she wanted to say hello. This began my friendship with her. We became texting buddies – usually texting each other 3-5 times per day.

I’m a quiet person, I’m really quite shy and private. And I had just gotten a phone with a QWERTY keyboard, so texting was pretty new to me. Susan’s initial texts were a bit surprising and uncomfortable. I didn’t really know what to say. But I learned that texting meant I didn’t have to say much at all. Short, simple comments are all that are needed. I found it fun and easy and very light.

We learned about each other bit by bit. Really we didn’t have much in common; she considers herself a girly-girl who loves pink, whereas I am the exact opposite. Pink is my least favorite color and I never had much patience with girly-girl types. I work out of the house, and she is a stay-at-home mom. I love to run whereas she hates exercise. I read and watched the news daily, but she hates the news because it is too sad, scary and ugly. But we were both hockey moms and wives, and our husbands and our sons were friends. So we chatted about them. Looking back, I now realize I was a really good source of information.

While I was gone Brad had a hockey game. Mitch was playing too, and Susan came to watch and cheer them on. During the game some words were exchanged between the two benches. Apparently Brad was insulted and let his temper flare as he stormed off the ice. He headed into the locker room to change and go home. Susan followed him to see what had happened. He was furious and she managed to calm him. While they talked he was ripping his uniform off and stuffing it into his bag, not even thinking about the fact that he was stripping in front of her until the last minute. This apparently was an awkward but intriguing moment for them. It was the moment that their initial connection was made. The incident eased the tension that Brad felt from the game and he ended up going out with everyone for drinks.

D-Day minus 149: The First Dinner

In World War II D-Day was the defining battle that turned the war around. In my life D-Day is the day I learned of the affair. It is the day that changed my marriage and my life.

It’s amazing to me that things spiraled out of control and turned so horribly wrong in such a short time. My husband (I will call him Brad) and I met when we were just kids, 15 and 16 years old. We dated for 9 ½ years and married when we were 25 and 26. We lived a comfortable middle class suburban life. After five years of marriage our first son was born and 4 ½ years later our second son joined our family. Throughout the years we had a myriad of dogs and cats, and moved several times. Our marriage was strong. Our friendship was strong. We really were best friends.
Obviously things changed. I think they started changing about 3 ½ years ago, and will delve into that shortly. This entry is about July 2, 2008: our first dinner with our new friends.

Our oldest son (I’ll call him Liam) is an avid hockey player. He loves it, which is funny, because he’s a pretty quiet, easy-going guy. But on the ice, he’s tough and strong and unfazed by the roughhousing and bullying going on around him. In fact he thrives on it. When he skates, the joy is noticeable. I think he is more comfortable on skates than he is in sneakers.

Brad was not a hockey player. He played pond hockey growing up, however his sport of choice was always basketball. But watching Liam play hockey intrigued him. Brad is not comfortable being a spectator – he has to get involved. So he volunteered to help the coach. This evolved into becoming an assistant coach, then becoming the head coach of our son’s team, and finally signing up to play hockey in the adult league. This is his style. He jokes that he has an addictive personality. I think the term obsessive fits too.

Anyway, adult hockey took place on Wednesday evenings. Off he’d go with his body bag loaded with several hundred dollars worth of shiny new hockey equipment. Afterwards, he and another player ( I’ll call him Mitch) who also happened to be an assistant hockey coach of our son’s team would go somewhere and grab a beer. Mitch’s son played on Liam’s team. He’s a terrific kid, and he and Liam get along really well. Brad and Mitch would have a beer and solve the world’s problems. They both were interested in Buddhism and investigating Zen and meditation and they bonded quickly. Brad looked forward to those beers almost as much as he looked forward to playing hockey.

On July 2, Mitch and his wife “Susan” invited Brad and me over to their house. Brad was so excited. He really enjoyed his time with Mitch and loved the idea of all of us becoming friends. I was happy too. Dinner was great. Delicious food, light conversation, lots of laughter. It was just adults too, which is a rare occurrence. There were five of us: Brad, me, Mitch, Susan, and “Nancy”, who is a friend of theirs. We chatted about safe topics since we were all getting to know each other and someone pulled out some Tarot cards. None of us knew how to use them and we were trying to follow the directions but really we were making a mess of the readings. It was a great first get together.

At the end of the evening we were standing by the door saying our “we-must-do-this-again-soon”s. Mitch was standing in the middle of the three, with Nancy on his right and Susan on his left, and I thought “Wow, it’s like he has two wives”. I got a chuckle out of my thought and shared it with my husband in the car on the way home. He wasn’t too happy with my comment. These are nice people and I shouldn’t be making fun of them.

But it’s a thought that revisited me just a few months later.