Clearly, I lost my mind for that one night but Mr. Fighter Pilot brought me crashing down to reality with his one statement and I couldn’t get him out of my house fast enough. I just wanted to get in the shower and forget the night ever happened.

He was leaving to go TDY (temporary duty for all of you non-military types) that day and would be gone for a week. I was glad I wouldn’t see him around the office, and with him moving soon, even better. It was Friday and I wanted the weekend to relax (and obsess about what I had just done!) I had never done anything like that before and I would never do again! Yes, he as getting divorced but he was still married! Ugh!!! Please, don’t bother commenting about my moral compass….I’ve already beat the shit out of myself over it.

I didn’t hear from him much, with the exception of a text here and there. And, I figured he was just sleeping around after his comment. (See my previous post for comment). He called on Wednesday afternoon to ask me how my week was going. I was getting ready to go into the gym so I wanted the conversation to be quick but I did call him out. I told him I didn’t expect to hear from him again after the comment he made at my house that morning. He was shocked. He said, “What? Oh my God, Tracy! That’s a shitty thing to say. I’m so sorry. I really don’t remember saying that.” We ended that conversation with him saying he’d call later that night.

He did call that night and we talked about the conference he was attending. Mainly, we discussed how the woman that his wife accused him of having an affair with was there and how he was trying to avoid her. It all just seemed odd to me. (Future posts will reveal all.) Finally, he asked if I wanted to drive to Alabama with him Saturday to drop his dog off. Since he was moving, he wasn’t able to keep the dog. His wife didn’t want to keep the dog with their kids. He said that her comment was, “The dog is just one of the casualties of divorce.” So I agreed to ride to Alabama with him.

We left early Saturday morning to take his dog to Alabama. The dog was so cute and well-mannered. He was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. You could tell that a lot of training had been done with him and I couldn’t believe that his wife didn’t want to keep him. I didn’t know that whole story though. The 3 1/2 hour drive up to Alabama was okay. You could tell that FP (fighter pilot) was not looking forward to parting with his dog. It seemed like all he wanted to talk about was how awful his wife was. So, I just sat there and let him vent until we got to the park. Once we met the gentleman that would be taking his dog, I took the dog to get some “play-time” while the two men discussed particulars. Once it was time to go, it was very hard on the FP and he was tearing up. The family his dog was going to was great, you could tell. They were very excited to get him. I was glad I was there for FP to make it a little easier for him.

The drive back to Florida was intense. FP would be getting his two children that night and he felt the need to call his wife and put her on speaker phone while I was sitting there. Who does that?!?! They argued about ridiculous crap. I tried to tune both of them out by counting mile-markers on the highway. Didn’t work. When he got off the phone, he started talking about how he couldn’t have a relationship with me because he wasn’t divorced yet, he wasn’t in a good, emotional state, he was moving, etc., etc. I just looked over at him and asked, “Who said anything about being in a relationship?” He kept going back and forth about how much he liked me but how it couldn’t work. Again, I’m counting mile-markers. trying to figure out ways to get off the bipolar express. When it hit me…..if I just opened the door, I could roll out and my ears would stop bleeding from all of the crap I was listening too……………