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Toxic Triggers, Pt 4: Doggy Style

Note: This is Part 4 of an 11-part series of short posts on what triggers memories of ex-lover B., culminating on October 11, 2014, the First Anniversary of when he kissed me goodbye. Literally. His kiss was a kiss-off. I have not seen him since.

TRIGGER #4: Setters

B. has two dogs, Molly (a Gordon Setter) and Fiona (an Irish Setter). I wrote previously about how he’d once professed more love for his dogs than for me.

Snooty B. has to have snooty dogs, that’s just all there is to it. I’ve never known him to own a mutt from the humane society. Nope, they were always purebreds, and Molly and Fiona (oh, gawd, they even have snooty names) are not the first Gordon or Irish Setters he has owned. You’d think someone with as much money as B. has would get these two professionally groomed every once in a while. But you’d be wrong. He runs them every day on a nearby beach, and they have more mats than a minivan. He doesn’t groom them himself, content instead to sit and read The New Yorker with one hand and grab and pull stray hair from the pooches with the other. In-between his fingers gathered a mitt of mutt hair, “Molly knuckles” he called them. Brass knuckles made of dog hair.

Gordon Setter. This isn't his dog, but it IS B.'s Facebook profile pic.

Gordon Setter. This isn’t his dog, but it IS B.’s Facebook profile pic.

And they were bad dogs, too: he never trained them — not even the basic commands — so there they were around the mealtime table, those big heads right in your lap, drooling. I was insane enough to dog-sit for B. twice, and they were a pain to have around. I vowed never to do it again.

Thank goodness these breeds aren’t too popular as they just trigger bad memories. B. sure loved the Sporting Group more than me.

Irish Setter. Not B.'s dog, either.

Irish Setter. Not B.’s dog, either. 

Categories: Affair Affairs Break-ups Infidelity Marriage Memories Relationships Triggers

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Exit 4A

A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.

That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me.

For 26 yrs we luxuriated in implicit Trust. When B. cheated on ME, it was the first time another person came into our relationship besides our respective spouses.

We have now irrevocably split.

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