The other Three C's. in The Napkin.

So, I asked workcrush the very coded question of, “Is your husband threatened by me at all. Ya know, a guy being nice to you, buying you gifts.”

She replies, “oh no, he adores you.”

Well, you can’t say I’m not doing anything behind his back. Hell, when I considered buying her urine-absorbant panties, I considered the optics, and just ASKED her how she’s feel about me buying them.

She later said she told her husband, “TIM’S BUYING ME DIAPERS”, and that he was otherwise amused.

So knowing he knew made me feel better.

PS: the panties apparently work, and she’s said they’re all she wears now. Hey, two kids and a weak pelvic floor, she tinkles sometimes when startled or laughing.

Oh. She got her super visor, and she’s amused.

I work with her husband at nights, and yeah, he does seem to like me. I may yet ask him if he’s threatened by me.

Five bucks says he’ll say the classic, “we’re cool as long as you don’t try to fuck my wife”

Who knows. All I know is I’d like to have a clear conscience. He and I don’t need to be best friends, but the sting of my wife leaving me will never go away. I see no point in subjecting him to that.

Communication and consent makes things classy.

Or something.

… someone remind me that my life is far more interesting than my depression says it is, HAHA.

Footnote: my original three C’s are what makes a happy relationship for me: communication, cuddles, and cunnilingus.