The Bartender Therapist: or, a harem forming about me

Then an acquaintance.  A former co-worker with whom I did not have a very profound relationship.  Somehow, I get involved in her horrible breakup with a married man (a mutual friend).  A breakup I don’t understand.  We always knew He was married, but always believed it was no longer a marriage, but, rather, an image for “the children” and society.  A so-called financial arrangement. You know, just for appearances.

I wish her well, but she calls at random times, shows up unannounced, then needs a ride home.  She does it all graciously – heavens, it’s not that! – and always, somehow, offsets my troubles.

It’s just one of those things.  You know.  I’d rather not be involved.  Firstly, I worked more with the other half of that relationship, and have kept more in touch with Him (if I can even say that) since leaving that job.  Apart from that, I just have enough drama in my life.

I have enough friends to Mother.

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