Tip of the iceberg
So there’s this man. Husband of my friend. Father of my daughter’s friend. My neighbour of six months. Who I barely know. Who stands in my kitchen on a sunny day and says
“isn’t it amazing how often you meet your partner’s friends, or the friends of your partner, and find you can’t stand them?”
posted by dodo @ 12:42 pm
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
8 Comments:
What a bizarre man! And what a fab neighbour you are to go and help her.
You really should live closer you know.
living any closer to you might bring on severe kitchen gadget envy!
Sounds like she really, really needs you. And so happy you were there to help her. Her hubby sounds like a total jackass. WOw.
He sounds like a complete tosser. Good for you for ignoring his hints and going to help her.
I hate to speculate about what goes on in people's private lives (well, apart from celeb type people, obviously, so am total hypocrite) but they've been together since their teens and somehow it seems she's still very childlike - impressionable and somewhat bullied.
This is so sad.
You are a good friend.
That poor woman. I'm glad you went over there, she needs a friend like you.
whoa-- that sounds really bad-- tread carefully-- hope she is open to help and change . .
And, about dog humping-- no, Daisy never humped but she does have a serious fetish for socks-- there are socks all over the house that she finds and "buries"
~bluepoppy
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