Sandy comes to call on me, to see how I’m doing and if I need anything. I was doing just fine until she showed up. Now, my body is tight and I’m nervous. I don’t much like having to be pleasant and doing small talk with the teenager my husband is sleeping with. Kind of awkward? HA! In my book, it’s hell and it’s sickening. But there she is, all boobs and mouth, trying to play nice.
I put on my mask with it’s fake smile and tell her everything is just peachy and I hope she just goes away. But noooo…she has to play with the babies, MY babies and coo and act like she’s their best friend. For their part, the babies don’t much care for her; they keep running to me to pick them up. That makes me feel really good. Except now, she’s in the house instead of just standing by the door. I mean I was nice and all and actually let her stand inside the kitchen, instead of letting her stand outside in the cold. How stupid of me…
She then insists on chit chatting, asking how I’m feeling, again, and how it must be so painful, and she sits herself down in a chair. This is going to be annoying. It really is difficult to sit there and NOT tell her that this inane conversation is far more painful than anything I’m physically feeling at the moment. I don’t even know why…I mean, my pride is sort of hurt…I am human… I don’t really want to stay married to him, so if he would just vanish with her, it would be a dream come true. I could leave, start fresh. But he doesn’t want me, doesn’t want anyone else to have me and I don’t understand why; and he has her as well. I guess that’s really what annoys me. She can set me free but I don’t think she gets it and he just won’t do it.
Then she gets really brave or really stupid and turns the conversation to the man himself. I can’t say the man we share, because it doesn’t sound right. Maybe say, the man she’s messing with and the one I just tolerate…She tells me how lucky I am to have such a wonderful husband. Oh ya…just so lucky…you idiot girl…that information is so far from the truth. She goes on about being a good wife and now I’m getting to the point where I want to punch her in the face. Is she for real? I can just hear their bed conversations; how I don’t understand him and she does. How he works so hard and I’m a raving psycho lunatic, who hides butcher knives under her pillow, and accuses him of all kinds of terrible things…
I suddenly don’t feel so well and I tell her so. She’s still yakking about my great husband and it becomes too much. I look her straight in the face and say “Well, why don’t you TWO just run away together and live happily ever after.” She turns red and stammers. I beat her to the punch “I know about the two of you. I just wish he’d make up his mind so I can get on with my life. You can leave now.” She can’t get to the door fast enough.
Disgusted, I lay back down on the couch and Linus pipes up, “Sanny gone now Mom?” “Yes she’s gone,” I answer. “Good,” says the cheeky little monkey. I burst out laughing. Amen to that…
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