Okay, so in five years of marriage, I've only caught him at it six times. I wouldn't say that this was too bad.
It's only bad if you catch him at his worst, say, when he is getting off to Shark Attacks. That was a mortifying day, but nothing, NOTHING, compares to today.
I was out shoppoing, just shopping. Normally I don't bring the twins, but I can't resist when they say, "Pleease, mommy?" It's a maternal thing, sometimes I can't still can't believe that I'm a mommy.
So I come home, and there Chandler sits, on the couch, his pants unzipped, do I need to go into details? There's something on the television, something unfamiliar and cheaply made. You know, home videos. He's trying to shut it off and zip himself up at the same time, but I saw what was on the tape.
I regret it. Why am I so nosy? Stupid Monica, STUPID.
It was Joey. Honestly. Why would I lie about something like that? He was with some girl, but Chandler wasn't paying attention to the girl. Which leaves the cold hard facts that I pretended not to see, you can't act forever I guess.
I always pretended not to see, so why should today be any different? I chided him for not locking the door, that's it. I guess I should be thankful that the twins aren't old enough to understand, but all I can think about is how, somehow, this is so much worse than sharks.