I'm referencing my previous post about marriage, What About Wedding Vows? and this post about frenemies.
My jilted friend's son's Boy Scout troop was hosting a spaghetti dinner in a church, a Catholic Church. I saw with my friend, her children, and a male friend. My friend has found a boyfriend who kind of reminds me in looks of her adulterous husband.
One the other side of the room sat the cheating husband, his mistress, their baby, the MIL, and a son.
I ran into the cheating husband and greeted me as if all was usual. I had no heavy literature book to hit him with, which was a good thing. The husband turned to his eldest son and said, "Johnny, did you say hi to Lena?"
"I said hi to her before," Johnny said.
"Yeah, I saw him at the original table." I replied to hubs.
Hubs and Johnny laughed.
"Heh, heh, the original table [i.e. family] where I came from." said hubs. He was laughing.
"Well, you need to go back there." I said wondering were I got the nerve to say that!
"That's a conversation for another time." Hubs said.
Then we said good-bye. I was glad the hubs took it so well, and didn't get mad at me. I did wonder what his side of the story is. But mostly it made me remember the good times I spent with them as a family and how nice he had always been. But niceness doesn't extend to making babies with other women. Gee whiz.
So he and his group and my friend and her group spent the evening looking across the room at each other. I'm glad the hubs didn't introduce me to his mistress.
The mistress resembles his wife/my friend and
The children spent the evening going back and forth between the two groups. What else where they suppose to do?
My friend was hurt of course. I wondered aloud how God doesn't strike them with lightening since we were in a church. Actually in the school's gym, but still it's church property. But if God was going to strike anyone of us with a lightening bolt, it might of been me. You know, we church people aren't actually a group of Virgin Marys. That's why we have the sacrament of reconciliation.
Now about Frenemies: I looked it up. It means toxic friendships or girlfriends who are jealous of each other.
I think I need more than reconciliation. I think I need a long conversation about spirituality with my parish priest.
I've been writing this post in the public library, and a woman brought in her pet cat. It was in a cage, but it kept meowing the entire time. Finally a library staff member made her remove the cat.