Tall Tales And Tomfoolery As Torture
I always enjoyed tall tales. Today, not so much. It's pushing 1:30 a.m. I can't sleep. As we approach 9 months of illness and 8 months of me learning of the ongoing and years' long affair, I am tired. So damn tired that I've buried the lede. Jenny, feeling healthy, was out again tonight at a Big Sisters of King County alum soiree. I am in monosyllabic mode, given my restoked anger. She plops down on the sectional and prefaces the interaction with the following: "I have something hard to ask you." Uh-huh is what she got back from me. She asks, "Have you called Kandice?" This question is ridiculous. I called her once, and I told Jenny after I made the call that I had no interest in speaking with her again. Jenny then tells me that Eric's the pinché motherfucker's wife, Kandice, has claimed I have called her AND moreover, have suggested the two of us hook up. To. Be. Very. Fucking. Clear. Whether he is making this shit up or not, she is...