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.