I am trying hard to remind myself that I once felt, thought and acted as she does. As she is, I once was. As I am, she may become.
I know you're all a little tired of me bitching about Donna's garments. Too bad. This is my angst and I'll bitch if I want to.
I was surprised to wake up Sunday morning to the sound of the television. Not because the television on Sunday is so unusual but because usually I am awakened by the sound of Donna rushing around the house trying to get the kids out the door for 9 AM church. Instead, Donna was still sitting in bed beside me still wearing the boy-shorts and push-up she had come to bed in the night before.
I didn't say a word about it. After all, I wasn't complaining. Much to my surprise, after her shower a few minutes later, she changed into casual clothes. She gave no indication that she intended to go to church at all. Even more surprising... I could see a panty line. She wasn't wearing her garments while the sun was out.
The time for church came and went without so much as a mention. I made an extra (and sincere) effort to be close to her as it was obvious that she was making an effort for me. We had a nice lunch and settled in front of the TV to watch some Sunday afternoon sports. While we were lounging around, and while the kids were busy playing upstairs, we did a little heavy petting.
She noticed that I noticed her underwear. How could I not? Just as things began to get interesting she sat up with a start.
"What time is it?" She seemed as though she had somewhere to be all of a sudden. A quick check of the clock on the VCR told her it was 2:15. "I have a Cub Scout meeting at 2:30. I'll be back in a couple minutes."
"OK", I said, "hurry back." I knew we couldn't possibly go a single Sunday without a church-related interruption but things were going awfully well. I wasn't about to make a fuss.
When she returned, she was now wearing a skirt and a less-casual shirt. I wasn't surprised. What did surprise me was what I discovered next. As she took her place back on the couch with her legs across my own, I put my hand on her thigh, just inside her skirt.
Garments.
FAAAWK!
I moved my hand. I was suddenly not feeling very intimate. Things got suddenly very cold between us.
While I could (barely) understand the feelings motivating her to put them on when she went to the church house for her meeting, I could NOT understand why she wouldn't change out of them to regain the closeness we had enjoyed before she left. I didn't even bother to ask. She was obviously worried that the people at church would notice that she wasn't wearing the hideous garments and then she felt guilty about not having worn them earlier so she kept them on.
I have two questions. Did she expect someone else to have a better chance of knowing what kind of underwear she was wearing than I had? And... Why wasn't she just as worried what I would think when I inevitably discovered that she was wearing them again?
I swear, I will never understand this woman.
Filed under - Donna | MormonismI am trying hard to remind myself that I once felt, thought and acted as she does. As she is, I once was. As I am, she may become.
Hi Pete,
I just wandered over here from Sarah's Guh-gyna site, and I am hooked! I spent the last two hours going through your posts, utterly fascinated and completely entertained.
I've always been intrigued by the Mormon religion and it's followers - the whole thing is just so improbable and strange (to me). I am really impressed by how hard you work to keep your marriage and family together despite the very different beliefs and ideals that reside under your roof. I, for one, could hardly maintain a friendship with a devout Mormon, let alone a marriage to one! I don't envy your position, and I respect your efforts. Plus, the fallout makes for hilarious reading...
I really enjoy the sarcasm and sense of humor here, and now have you "bookmarked." Cheers from Seattle!
Thank goodness that I waited to get married (31)... I missed marrying into the faith. What a hardship. ;-)
And, I love the time spent with my husband.
I have to admit that you haven't been on my reguarly-read RSS list. I just had too many. But after enduring comment after comment about your adventures, I could stand it no longer. You're now on my read-regularly list.
I can *totally* relate to the granny pantie thing. Except my wife has yet to venture into normal pantie land at all. Actually, to be technically accurate here, she does have a couple of regular panties, but she only wears them about a week or less out of each month, *under* her granny panties, and they function simply to hold in a pad. Whoa, hold me back, I'm so turned on now!
Not to sound like a male asswipe here, I find nothing "dirty" or wrong in any way with natural female biological functions -- I'm just saying that only wearing panties for that purpose, and even then, still putting the garments *on top* of the panties (while having the bra *on top* of the upper garment) is just... *shudder*.
I am reading your post in reverse chronological order, so I'm hoping to hit more granny pantie posts. If not, or if there are some older than this one, would you mind pointing them out to me (I gave me email address when registering this comment)? Thanks!
I too am totally hooked on Pete's site. I guess it has alot to do with being born and raised in the church. It took me 28 years to get out...see, there is a God. I just wish they would have had the 2 piece garments when I was being a "good girl". Between "my" messes, and taking care of my children (a two and a half year old, one year old, and twins) I was never in the same clothes all day. I had forgotten how misarable life was then.
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I think your last paragraph questioning why she wasn't just as worried about what you think has merit. Would you be able to ask her that question? Or would it raise WWIII?
I mean, it is absolutely NOBODY'S BUSINESS what underwear I wear except for mine and my husband's. Nobody else on earth or in heaven matters.