Wednesday, March 16
The Ex-the one who has found God recently hates my laugh. Whenever I laughed in private or publicly; he'd give me this scorn look. One day he told me that I sounded like a hyena on crack. Props for his sense of humor. I learned to tone down my laugh to a chuckle or a simple "hee hee". It was more lady-like. The things you do for "love". We know now that was not "love". You may think you have heard my genuine original laugh and if you knew me way before he did, you have heard it. Sometimes it creeps out every now and again; but I quickly shut it down, thinking straight back to it's ugliness as I was told. Talk about Pavlov's dog syndrome. A week ago, it was accidentally let out while watching Amazing Race; I don't remember what was so funny. Incredible turned to me and asked; "What was that?" I was so embarrassed. "Do it again" he said. It's not a stupid human trick. Then while we were house hunting, the laugh was let out again. If I were white; I would've been red. That laugh came out in front of realtors and another couple...Incredible laughed. When we were in the car; he asked to hear it again. Dude, seriously. Since then he has done a lot to get me to laugh out loud like that. I'm talking dumb stuff; in public and privately. Last night he took hold and tickled the crap out of me; "Do the laugh! Do the laugh!" he demanded. Not only did I do it but I was laughing like a little girl with no worries; pure, excited laughter that can come only from deep in the belly. My sides hurt. My abdomen is sore; I'll be thankful later. After he cooled down, he told me; "I love your laugh".