The end of a short but twisted era
My BF1 and I have been friends for about 11 years… we have only had one falling out in that time… a major one, but still, just one… and we are on the road to trying to mend. It has been a long scary road, because we were so close it’s hard to open yourself up to the possibility of that kind of hurt again… and it’s not like a marriage where you are living together, and can overcome reservations easier… it’s kind of long distance (even if it’s only 4 block), and takes effort on both sides.
A lot of people in our area have turned their garages (or portions of) into “outside” living rooms… people can smoke, if a drink gets spilled you can hose it down…. They usually have decent furniture and of course a TV w/cable, and a music source… Kind of like what people do with basements, but we don't have those here.
While we were on the outs, BF1, her hub, and NDW and NDH became friends, of sorts. Mostly NDW putting up with BF1, to be around BF1H… Even after our reconciliation those four would go out to dinner every Sat. and usually wound up next door hanging out in the garage … sometimes I was invited over, sometimes not… can you image having friends go out, not invite you, then call you at 9:30pm and see if you wanted to come over? Kinda rude in my book, but depending on how bored I was, I may or may not go… when BF1 and I started getting better, she would call me ahead of time, so I would be more likely to show up, as she didn’t want to be there watching the two “lovebirds” being too touchy feely by herself…. This went on for a while. Eventually BF1 started bowing out… I guess she just couldn’t take it any more…
I found a hobby (obsession) to distract myself, so I wouldn’t be tempted to congregate out of boredom. And I am very grateful to have it! It was not intentional, but I think it may have save my sanity to a certain extent. LOL
So this little warped tradition is limping along, then one evening my son and I are watching TV – Cidar House Rules, (very good movie, I am always behind). It’s about 11pm.
We hear some calamity: yelling, screaming… I think it’s the TV, but the scene changes and the yelling is still going on. Did I mention that the threesome (BF1H, NDW, NDH) are tequila drinkers?… this may have played a part in what transpired over there…. As it has been the accelerant of many other arguments/brawls in the past….
OK, so back to the yelling: My son decides he will see what’s going on… we figure it’s the people that live on the cross street by us… they fight all the time, and can get very loud… heck they are loud even when they aren’t fighting…
So, my son goes outside, and lo and behold it’s next door and they are hollering at each other in the driveway… I live in a neighborhood, so all our homes are pretty close to each other… Son can hear them… and comes in to tell me what he overheard…. He is the furthest thing from gossipy, but tells me anyway.
Now of course this is here say, because I didn’t hear it, but apparently, NDH is yelling at BF1H and NDW that he heard them discussing something … and that he’s not stupid. BF1H is yelling something, NDW yells to NDH that he doesn’t love her as much as he thinks he does… and the F word is thrown around a few times and BF1H jumps in his truck and peels out. I guess BF1H and NDW got a bit careless, as they tend to do… if one goes in the house to get ice, or use the restroom, the other is usually not far behind… If BF1 has noticed this (which I know she has and verbalized it) I know NDH has to know something is up as well.
This isn’t the first time… because NDW has jumped to BF1H defense several times, which just pisses her husband off to no end… ya think??? She will tell BF1H to ignore her husband, he is just drunk… those evenings don’t usually end well!
Not too long after that I hear NDW taking off… ?? Just what we need, an irate, drunk on the streets… must have just went around the block, because she was back soon… DWI’s don’t look to be fun, so maybe common sense prevailed…. Nahh… doubt it…
Well, the next day I contact BF1… as I wasn’t sure if she was there or not, to see what the haps was… yes, I am nosey… but I have known these folks for 11 and 19 years, so it’s not like I am being nosey about people I don’t know… They are almost family – dysfunctional, warped and twisted, but almost family.
The last time there was a blow-out next door the Wench had the nerve to go to BF1’s home and ask to sleep on their couch… WTF??? So I ask BF1 if she had company last nite… she says no, no one came over… I asked her if she was next door … she says no. So I proceed to tell her what happened…. She tells me her husband didn’t say a word….
Later that day, she asks him what happened, he says he doesn’t know what she is talking about, and if anything did happen, it must have occurred after he left…. Yeah, right… two people saw his truck there, AND heard his voice when this was transpiring… so anyway, BF1 and I call this the “the fight that never happened”.
Needless to say... there haven't been any gatherings there since... This, we are calling "The Time-Out".