Right after what I wrote about in my grieving post, literally, I didn’t even get home that night, but went straight to the airport to pick up my old friend Jan. Possibly my oldest friend, as our mother’s went to high school together. No shit. 

Anyway, she whisked me away for a mini vacation. Just an overnighter, but I feel like I’ve been away for a week.

Yoga, massage and a treatment called shirodhara – heated oil poured on your third eye. I feel like a super hippy just typing out that sentence. Luckily it was counter balanced by Jan’s love of all things of exceptional taste and well-to-do-ness. 

She looked a little out of place with her Prada sunglasses and east coast gentry garden party attire. I basked in the lifestyle I normally do not live, from morning yoga in the yurt to wine tasting. It was wonderful.

The night we stayed over, we were in a gorgeous spot. Surrounded by impeccable gardens, it was an adults only hotel/b&b. But really more hotel. There was a heated pool and hot tub. Open whenever you wish. Because we’re grown ups.

Jan and I had a bottle of champagne and gabbed about the state of our love lives.

My tolerance for Boy-side’s gross (albeit physically pretty) wife is at an all time low. 

 Boy-side asked me the question, “I will fight the fight to have you in our lives more if you want. It won’t be pleasant, but I will. I think, over time, she will come around. Do you want that?" 

I told him I need to think about that. Putting myself in his wife’s line of bitchiness? To what end? When I think of these things i have a hard time seeing a positive outcome. Muddy as fuck, my friends.

I don’t know what to do.

But damn, my third eye feels amazing.