I've had company since the end of August. That's a looonnng time. Not that I haven't enjoyed it (to a point) but that's a long time to have a number of other people in your house as guests. I had three until the week after Labor Day, and then the couple left and my brother stayed. He just pulled out this morning to head for home - so now I'm starting to sort out my life again, try to get back to a normal schedule and play catch up. We did have a grand time, but there's something to be said for getting back to your routine and sleep schedule.
Something happened today that has broken my heart. Several years ago there was a woman that I thought was a good friend of mine that interferred with my family and caused a very large rift at the time that hasn't truly healed yet. I'm not sure that it ever will from my end. She stepped between Lovely Daughter and I for reasons that I won't go into at this point in time, and because of her my daughter didn't speak to me for several months. Needless to say, this woman is no longer my friend - she is only an acquaintance. At this point in time I can manage to be civil to her, but have difficulty being in the same room with her for more than short periods of time.
She is married to what I thought was a genuine gentleman - that is I thought so until today. Even though I no longer associate with this woman on a social level I considered her husband as a friend. He comes out here to visit with Ole, sits in my kitchen and has coffee, etc. He and I have had some serious conversations as to why I can't be friends with his wife anymore, and he SAID he understood. As he told me, I apparently wasn't the first person to have these issues with her.
This afternoon I had occasion to call Ole on his cell phone. When he answered I heard this "friend" in the background say, "Uh-oh. That must be the Wicked Witch of the West!" I'm sure he didn't realize that I could hear what he was saying. I was crushed that he would say that. I guess you never REALLY know what people think of you.
I became quite angry and told Ole to pass the word on that I had heard what he said that yes, this was the Wicked Witch of the West and then hung up, and started to cry. Immediately, the phone rang again - it was Ole, but I didn't answer. Then the phone rang again and it was the phone number of the house that Ole and this "friend" were at. I'm sure the lady of the house, who was participating in the conversation at the time was trying to make excuses, etc. I was in no mood to talk to her and didn't answer the phone that time either.
How would YOU have reacted to this incident? I'd truly like to know.