Why me? Somebody ~ please tell me "Why me?"
I leave a friend's house last night and stop in to the Acorn because I'm thirsty and just want some water. An aquaintance I know through work stops me in the parking lot, won't let me by, and jumps down my throat for "telling on her" to her husband. WTF?!?!?! It took me a moment to remember the conversation ~ it happened Sunday afternoon and all I did was apologize to the man for the part I played one weekend when I picked her up and drove her around the corner to meet her boyfriend. I had no idea when I agreed to that, that they were still married and that I was helping them commit adultery, but by the time I found out, it was too late to back out. And I didn't tell her husband anything he didn't already know or suspect...like the fact that she is living with her boyfriend. I was so upset after this confrontation that I was shaking. I drove around a couple minutes, then decided it wouldn't hurt to talk to the cops, because I'm tired of people pushing me around like this. God only knows what this will do at my work {I work with the boyfriend, and she is friends with almost everyone there.} Crap. And ya know, she bitched at me because I didn't tell her about talking to her husband. Let's see......I saw her Sunday morning and then again last night....and I talked to him Sunday afternoon....uhm....when exactly was I supposed to tell??????? I wonder how much she'd had to drink? Sheesh.
I leave a friend's house last night and stop in to the Acorn because I'm thirsty and just want some water. An aquaintance I know through work stops me in the parking lot, won't let me by, and jumps down my throat for "telling on her" to her husband. WTF?!?!?! It took me a moment to remember the conversation ~ it happened Sunday afternoon and all I did was apologize to the man for the part I played one weekend when I picked her up and drove her around the corner to meet her boyfriend. I had no idea when I agreed to that, that they were still married and that I was helping them commit adultery, but by the time I found out, it was too late to back out. And I didn't tell her husband anything he didn't already know or suspect...like the fact that she is living with her boyfriend. I was so upset after this confrontation that I was shaking. I drove around a couple minutes, then decided it wouldn't hurt to talk to the cops, because I'm tired of people pushing me around like this. God only knows what this will do at my work {I work with the boyfriend, and she is friends with almost everyone there.} Crap. And ya know, she bitched at me because I didn't tell her about talking to her husband. Let's see......I saw her Sunday morning and then again last night....and I talked to him Sunday afternoon....uhm....when exactly was I supposed to tell??????? I wonder how much she'd had to drink? Sheesh.
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