I must say, Do I Need to Slap You?, you seem a little uptight and judgmental today. Perhaps that's because you chronically choose men that caress only one boob. Heck, that might make me a little bitter, too! Or maybe it's the two divorces. Either way, I'll address your
points:
1. "He wasn’t bored with the beach, he was bored with his life."
Totally true! He hated me and our marriage pretty early on, and he never let me forget it. Unfortunately, it took me a number of years before I could escape because of finances. So, until that was possible, I tried to pretend we were somewhat "normal" for our son's sake. Clearly, that didn't work out.
2. You say he hated the beach, but you also say you ended up vacationing there a few times.
That was the last time we went on a "beach" vacation. Previously, he just stayed in the room and sulked. Also, he was never forced to go on these vacations or guilted into going. He would say he couldn't wait to go, them behave miserably. He was the master passive-aggressive spouse. Trust me, I learned my lesson!
3. Which means he agreed to go there with you – even though he hated going, he agreed to go. Where did you hate going? Did you also make those compromises for him?
I hated going to the mall, yet I went with him at least once per week for 12 years. And did I make compromises for him? Every day. So much, that I compromised my own mental health!
4. Did you guys never talk about this during the trip?
Of course! And I was treated to a string of obscenities that I can't post here :)
5. BUT he did make an effort to go, and once there, it sounds like everyone just ignored him.
I'm not sure where you got that idea. He sat on his phone and computer. Everyone tried to engage him, but he kept holding up his hand, indicating he was NOT to be disturbed.
6. Just imagine how you’d feel if he monitored how long you talked to YOUR girlfriends.
I'm assuming you lived at my house and saw what he did every day. He often checked my phone and commented on my calls. Sorry, but what's good for the goose is good for the gander.
I'll refrain from commenting on your Memories and Mammaries blog. Let's just say that Freud would have had a field day.
Now that we've got all that out of the way, nice to meet you!