Silence. Blessed silence.
Nobody else is in the office today. I'm here by myself, and about to take the opportunity to get caught up on everything before the holiday.
Yesterday, I ran over to the mall on my lunch hour. It's managed to turn frigid in Atlanta (did we really have temperatures in the upper-60s just days ago?) and I couldn't find my gloves, so I bought a new pair. I figured I could run in, grab the gloves, and leave, and still have time to pick up a light lunch.
DUH! insert mental head slap here What was I thinking? There's no such thing as a quick run into a mall the week before Christmas. The parking lot was packed, the mall was packed, the stores were packed. There's a whole year before Christmas -- why does everybody wait until the last minute?
Anyway, as I was waiting in a thirty minute line to pay for my stupid gloves, I overheard two women ahead of me talking.
WOMAN1: . . . and then she said, 'How long are you staying? Jerry didn't say.'
WOMAN2: Staying where?
W1: That's what I was wondering. I didn't know we were going anywhere.
W2: And?
W1: I finally figured out that we're going to Jerry's parents. But I don't know when.
W2: You mean his mother knew before you did?
W1: He still hasn't said anything to me.
At first, I felt bad for this woman. But hearing the conversation made me feel a little better about my own situation. I'm not the only woman who married an asshole! I used to have to eavesdrop on EW's phone conversations just to find out what was going on. His friends always knew when he was goind out of town, when we had plans, etc. I never knew a damn thing.
I wonder if that was by design?
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