The head girl/ organizer (who thinks the sun shines brightly out of her arse) called for a group vote. So I said no, no,no, you cannot force people to pay for food they don't want because the group shrank. Cannot "vote" on it.
The poor soul was offended and I informed her that I get offended too when people try to get money out of my pocket to get what they want.
After that it wasn't worth talking to me anymore, which I preferred.
We barbecued!
Half way through the evening a storm ran through the party place. Fires got wet. Probably my fault too. I organized the storm. Just a big mess!! People didn't eat much and got so drunk!! I left early with the kids.
There is about 4 couples that comes from this school group. My ex and I are one of them, sort of.
What really got to me was that they would try very hard to seperate us. God forbid we ever sort out our differences.
First night they phoned 3 times to get him to meet up at the restaurant while we made dinner at the camp site. He left at 11 for one drink and fell into the tent 3 am. Wasted.
Second night they partied till 4am. He was useless to me and the kids on Sunday.
This "reunion" was an opportunity to spend a whole weekend with old wounds.
They get the best of him and I get the hungover mess. It was my married life. I thoroughly remembered why I decided to get divorced.
Fuck, it hurts!!! To be second in line for love and loyalty.
I remember I gave up after my son's birth. I joined the party! We would get so wasted that we couldn't drive home with our babies. Waking up in his friend's house, so hungover I wanted to die and not really able to care for my babies... but, hey, 2 drinks later and I was ok again. Bad, BAD memories!
I had a drinking problem before we even started dating. But picking someone who suited my addiction nearly killed me.
Phew! Its out! Everything I didn't want to think, remember or type.
Sooo, soooo, sooooooo glad I am sober now!!
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