I am feeling really good.

Misty/boy-side and I have had some great chats and he is back home now (yay!!)

He asked his wife of I could join him and his friends on their night out. She said no.

It’s not that she wanted to go. It’s that she didn’t want his friends to meet me. There would be talk. They would tell their wives and then they would talk about her and boy-side and their marriage… All very unseemly, you know. Who cares that we haven’t seen each other in two weeks…

I am not surprised. Who she is as a person is shaped with every passing interaction. I am trying to be empathetic, but it is hard. I’m trying not to paint her with the harsh lines I feel. It’s hard.