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...alone...and on the very eve of my six month mark, a guy who's been on a few rafting trips with my wife and me over the years, and who's a regular at our ski area, came up to me at the end of the day, while I was changing my boots.
Lubed up after an afternoon of drinking, he said, "Well we've all been there..." (Well, no, we haven't - you're forty five, have a rep for sleeping with other men's wives and haven't had so much as a 2 year relationship with a girlfriend, at least in the 16 years or so I've known you...), and then said, "I always got along much better with you than with your wife..." and proceeded to recount a bad scene on a trip we had 12 years ago, saying that her behavior, which she had apologized for years ago, gave him the worst day on the river he's ever had.
Since that trip, of course, she invited him on two other trips, cooked for him, arranged shuttles and foodlists...and the last time she saw him, last May, she even bought him a beer at the ski area. Gently reminded him of all that, he just shrugged - didn't matter. Then had the f-ing gall to say "Hey, we're all family up here, we all care about you." Psssssh, yeah right. Shit all over my wife to my face, now that she's gone, and tell me you're part of my "family".
Can I have my old life back...please ?
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