So one summer Friday afternoon, I'm out in my yard raking or something and I notice the dad and his friend gearing up for a night out...and this is weird, but I remember the thought in my head was..."I wonder/I hope he doesn't mess around on his wife"...the wife had been out of town for a few weeks with the kids on summer vacation visiting his parents in Colorado.
I ended up driving to my moms house in Detroit with my kids that same weekend. Sunday afternoon, I receive a text from a good friend: "Hey, is so and so getting divorced?"
"I don't know, I don't think so. I think the moms just out of town." I replied.
My friend continues, telling me her sister went out with a friend over the weekend and her sisters friend went home with the dad, at night, after they were both at the same bar. The dad told her he split up with his wife. Her sister was reiterating the events to my friend who thought it wise to call me and ask me because she knew we were in the same neighborhood. She wondered, as a married mother herself, if I should tell this wife, my neighbor. I didn't want to touch it with a 300 foot pole. I hemmed and hawed over it. In the end I decided, I just didn't know them well enough and I wasn't there. Even though I trusted my good friend...it was still hearsay at that point. I ignored it and went on with my life.
A month or so later, the wife found out from another friend , a very good friend of hers trying to do the right thing. This friend of my neighbor opening up this can of worms also says to her "Jen knows about it, she was told too!" or something to that effect. Now this made sense that her own friend might tell her about it hearing the details,...that's what a good friend does...as hurtful as it would be. I'd hope my good friends would tell me if they knew something as disastrous as this. If it was a good friend of mine, I'd probably do the same.
So the neighbor wife comes over, finds me in my back yard doing yard work and asks me what I know. Yes, I am ALWAYS doing yard work, I should have bought a condo...I have no business buying houses with yards as big as they are, I grew up in Detroit with tiny yards and in apartments...oh wait I'm getting off topic here.
A month or so later, the wife found out from another friend , a very good friend of hers trying to do the right thing. This friend of my neighbor opening up this can of worms also says to her "Jen knows about it, she was told too!" or something to that effect. Now this made sense that her own friend might tell her about it hearing the details,...that's what a good friend does...as hurtful as it would be. I'd hope my good friends would tell me if they knew something as disastrous as this. If it was a good friend of mine, I'd probably do the same.
So the neighbor wife comes over, finds me in my back yard doing yard work and asks me what I know. Yes, I am ALWAYS doing yard work, I should have bought a condo...I have no business buying houses with yards as big as they are, I grew up in Detroit with tiny yards and in apartments...oh wait I'm getting off topic here.
So my poor neighbor, with tears in her eyes, and in complete grief and shock, asks me if I heard about this. I couldn't lie, I felt trapped. I told her only what I'd heard....what would you have done? But I explain to my neighbor that I didn't see it, I wasn't home that weekend, I don't know the person who allegedly went home with him. I don't mention the fleeting thought I had about her husband just a few days prior to this alleged event. I personally wasn't home that weekend and saw nothing. "Is your friend a liar"? she asks. " NO, she's not a liar, she's someone I trust greatly" …but that's just me.
She asked for my friends phone number which I gave her. So now she's calling my friend questioning her and my friends texting and calling me trying to fill me in. I'm at home just feeling TERRIBLE for my neighbor thinking of the probability that this is true. This goes on for at least 24 hours. My friend calls me, and exclaims "she's really hurting Jen, I think she needs a friend, you should go over there". Against all human instinct, because my heart strings are being tugged on, I go over and knock on her door. We're literally talking for like three minutes on her porch before her husband shows up with all his young kids in tow and starts spewing profanities at me to get off his property. I'm OUT of there.
At the end of the day, she didn't believe it and accused my friend and the gals for making up the entire story. The most convincing evidence was that the woman who went home with him described in perfect detail to her a tattoo her husband had on his abdomen. But she still denied it happened and accused everyone else of lying, including me. I felt terrible, this is why I hate being involved in stuff like this and tried to stay completely out of it. Situations like this are messy.
I feel like I get twisted up into these types of things way too much...maybe not this exact scenario. I'm a bit of a forthright person and I'm human myself, and I never know if I'm handling any situation the correct way.
My husband loves Seinfeld and swears I'm the combination of the shows creator, Larry David , (more recently know for Curb your Enthusiasm) and Elaine. I wonder sometimes if you went though my life and interviewed all the people in my wake, it might look like this video clip. I'm okay with it, I please an audience of One, God knows my heart, my confessions, my apologies, my failures, my strengths and weaknesses. But I do wonder, in the court of public opinion, if you could find a handful of people with these exact same sentiments towards me.
Copy and paste the short clip for a view:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VN29X2HCKpU
She asked for my friends phone number which I gave her. So now she's calling my friend questioning her and my friends texting and calling me trying to fill me in. I'm at home just feeling TERRIBLE for my neighbor thinking of the probability that this is true. This goes on for at least 24 hours. My friend calls me, and exclaims "she's really hurting Jen, I think she needs a friend, you should go over there". Against all human instinct, because my heart strings are being tugged on, I go over and knock on her door. We're literally talking for like three minutes on her porch before her husband shows up with all his young kids in tow and starts spewing profanities at me to get off his property. I'm OUT of there.
At the end of the day, she didn't believe it and accused my friend and the gals for making up the entire story. The most convincing evidence was that the woman who went home with him described in perfect detail to her a tattoo her husband had on his abdomen. But she still denied it happened and accused everyone else of lying, including me. I felt terrible, this is why I hate being involved in stuff like this and tried to stay completely out of it. Situations like this are messy.
I feel like I get twisted up into these types of things way too much...maybe not this exact scenario. I'm a bit of a forthright person and I'm human myself, and I never know if I'm handling any situation the correct way.
My husband loves Seinfeld and swears I'm the combination of the shows creator, Larry David , (more recently know for Curb your Enthusiasm) and Elaine. I wonder sometimes if you went though my life and interviewed all the people in my wake, it might look like this video clip. I'm okay with it, I please an audience of One, God knows my heart, my confessions, my apologies, my failures, my strengths and weaknesses. But I do wonder, in the court of public opinion, if you could find a handful of people with these exact same sentiments towards me.
Copy and paste the short clip for a view:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VN29X2HCKpU
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