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July 26, 2005, 10:00 am PDT
Well, if everyone doesn't mind...
Quote From: lidicaAll that scribble is sending me to the eye doctor!haha When are they going to get this board fixed! Psychwife I am the world's worst computer person I tried to find your post to Nekocats but found your profile but that's as far as I could go! I'll just tell the story again. Psychwife is actually a nickname given to me by friends several years ago. You see, my husband is a Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist and for some reason, my friends always asked me for advice. I have no medical background, the closest I have come to it is sleeping with a doctor for the last 25 years. I was an English major...so I may not have the knowledge, but at least I can make is sound good! LOL! Anyway, I didn't mind giving advice to friends since that's what friends do, but for some reason, I began to experience total strangers opening up to me and telling me their troubles as well as their life stories. For example, I called the phone company to report my phone being out of order and while we were having to wait for a system check, the lady on the phone proceeded to tell me all about the battle she was having with her siblings over her parent's estate, the trouble her daughter was having finding a job as a forest ranger and how much she hated her older brother. Another time I had been hospitalized with problems with my asthma and the respiratory therapist that was on night duty started telling me about her daughter...how she was running away, how she always called the police whenever she disciplined her...all of this while I was taking a breathing treatment at 3am!! But the final episode is what led to my name.
We have an ice machine in our wet bar in the great room. It was broken and a repairman had come to fix it. He was laying on the floor trying to remove the motor when my miniature dachshund started licking him. I fussed at her for doing it and he replied, "That OK...I like the way it feels" and then out of no where he starts with his story, and it evolved exactly like this....He first told me he was going to be going on a church retreat with a group of men...and later during the weekend, the wives and kids would be joining them for a family retreat. Not sure why he was telling me this, I simply said , how nice...anyway, he continued on. He then told me that this group had helped him turn his life around and he met his present wife through this group and that he was very happy. Once again, I simply said how wonderful. Then he said that he had been a heavy drug user and to finance his habit, he worked as a male prostitute. Now please understand that I am happy to see someone turn their life around, but not only was this too much information, it was very hard to picture. You see, this guy was what we here down South call a "Bubba"...baseball cap, facial hair, big old pot belly....more like someone from the Dukes of Hazzard than Richard Gere in "American Gigolo"...anyway...he added that his first wife left him...not only for another woman, but for their pastor's WIFE. He added, "Having your wife leave you for a woman is quite an insult for a male prostitite."
My friends started calling me Psychwife after they heard this story and the name has stuck. Incidentally, the ice machine broke down again soon after but you can be sure I didn't call the same company. No amount of ice is worth having to go through that again.
Sorry for the long post but that is my story.
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