So, and then, she invites a couple dozen of our mutual friends to a weekend-long party she's having. I am dis-invited and unfriended three weeks before the party for no reason than I can fathom and they're all over there having fun and posting photos of smiley happy faces on Facebook and not a one has reached out to me and I have no idea what she's telling them because I just can't for the life of me think of what she did as anything but cruel and heartless and spiteful and mean.
There aren't too many ways to interpret it when you find out, via FaceBook, that two out-of-town mutual friends are posting from a bar seven blocks away from the very couch you're sitting on at home on a Saturday night. Well, they're both with their boyfriends, so maybe it's a couples thing, but you really, really don't think so.
And when you make a comment on their happy smiling photo that's maybe a little bit self-pitying about being seven blocks away they ignore it, but respond to…Continue
She was fifteen and pregnant when I met her.
She was the granddaughter of the couple next door. They lived in the cottage and took care of the farm that my dad owned. The entire family would gather there on Sundays and I’d go over and listen and eat with them. Wonder bread with gravy and turkey or meatloaf, mashed potatoes. There was always coffee and Coke and lots of cigarette smoke at the table. The men mostly talked about cars and equipment and maybe about people they knew and what…Continue