No matter how many diamonds I have on my left ring finger, sometimes jealousy still gets the best of me.
I knew when I married Jerry that as long as he was in the radio business, especially in hard rock, there would be other women around. Case in point? A female fan recently got a job in Jerry's building just so she could meet him. When she found out she wouldn't be working directly with him, she got mad and quit.
On the other hand, I also know that Jerry treats marriage very seriously and wants nothing more than for it to last a lifetime like it has for his parents. Not to mention he tells me how important I am to him every single day.
But despite all of those things, I couldn't avoid the tight knot that formed in my stomach when Jerry and his co-anchor, Troy, celebrated their morning show's one-year anniversary at a bar party Friday night. To help promote the radio station, they hired four girls to walk around in skimpy clothes, much like beer corporations do. And they spent the week with the guys in the studio, wearing bikinis and high heels and making them sandwiches -- but that's a whole different post.
It wasn't until Jerry and Troy were called to the front of the stage by the band's lead singer to get a lap dance from the girls that I really let it get to me. But I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it really is all for show. The girls all have boyfriends. From the few moments I was introduced to them, they actually seem really nice, if completely whorish. And they're 20 and 21 and certainly wouldn't want a guy with a kid in the picture.
Afterward, Jerry came running to find me saying he didn't know that was going to happen and reassured me repeatedly that they didn't touch him and he loved me, oh my God does he love me. So much. Right down to my weird crooked little pinky toes.
So really, it's my own insecurities. I know that they're somewhat valid, because, well, frankly it's tough looking at girls with perfect thighs and abs wearing practically nothing while posing for pictures with my husband and toying with his hoodie string in their mouth. I mean, if I acted on my initial gut instinct, I'd cram his whole sweatshirt right down their throats and watch them choke to death.
Even as I write this I feel the urge to follow through with it, but I know that I'm making a bigger deal out of it than it really is. The bottom line is I know Jerry has three important girls in his life.
His mom, his wife and his daughter.