I Skipped Out

As you may recall, I was hesitant to go because the wife of the groom's brother was the one who revealed John's infidelity.

They're still close friends of mine (although my ex has written them out of his life because he feels they wronged him), but anytime I'm around them, their parents and other friends pelt me with questions about the divorce. I knew that a big gathering like an engagement party would only result in a painful round of rapid-fire questions. I know they mean well, but enough is enough.

To make matters worse, their house is only a few miles down the road from where John and I lived. Talk about a blast from the past.

I feel bad about it, but I'm finding it increasingly difficult to hang around them — especially at their house. Just being around them reminds me of the whole debacle, as they both know all the painful details.

The four of us used to talk about how great it was that we lived only a few miles apart, about how our children could grow up together.

Ha! There goes another dream down the toilet. Gee, thanks John. Now, I'm afraid that I'm going to end up getting a divorce from them too.