I believe the meaning of this adage was along the lines of discovering that if you got it, sometimes you realised it wasn’t what you wanted after all. In my case, this isn’t true. I wanted the Squeeze to just once; just one time – stand up for himself. Bite the bullet. Let her have it. Tell her to mind her own damned business and keep her face out of our lives!
So the Squeeze explained that going out for dinner… Just a cosy table of the four of us wasn’t going to work and even if I didn’t come, there is only history there now (and not pleasant history) and doing dinner as a happy little family just wasn’t an option. Instead, we would go to boxing, he would go to dinner with his mother and then the Squeeze would collect him from dinner and take him to a movie. Finally... The truth!