Did You Come In My House?????

Last night, we had ‘Squeeze’ friends come to dinner.

I’m never quite sure if they like me, or like me because they feel they have to.  It’s not that I don’t think I’m interesting; or that I won’t give them a good meal… But let’s face it, couple friends try (at least for a while) to be friends to both parties.

Throughout dinner, I was surprised to learn that one of the guys had an ex-wife. His partner said “his ex-wife has texted me a few times tonight…”

Hell, my ex-husband called me on Friday – sometimes ex’s can get along… To follow on from her comment on the texting, I mentioned that the Squeeze had been kissing his ex-wife the night before; thinking that they knew them both so must understand how utterly ludicrous this was. Strangely, all I got in reply was “it’s great that people can still get along…”

I smiled, raised my eyebrow and took a gulp of wine. Get along…? Get along???

Ten minutes before they arrived, the Harridan had been on the phone screaming at him that he dared to enter her house (he carried bags in for the kid; after dropping the kid home at her bidding.) After he hung up on her, I wanted him to send the text “I guess you won’t be kissing me anymore this week” to highlight what a fake bitch she is; but that damned Moodle I live with, wouldn’t.

 At times, even he is amazed at what an utter nutcase she is.