We started laundry this morning and eventually made the bed late this afternoon.
In the meantime, the visit to Geri’s for Free’s birthday party was a disaster.
We were drinking prosecco and the subject of Ron’s entertaining stories came up. I suggested that Ron tell Geri about one of his grandfather’s friends.
I can’t remember why, but this led to one of his “my wife” stories about his ex.
I’ve asked him before to not refer to that woman with that term. It upsets me and there he was, dwelling on something that happened some 30 years ago. Involving “his wife”.
In the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, you can have only one wife. One. If that ain’t me, then this marriage is a F*g joke.
Geri was distracted and turned on her stove under a plastic container of ravioli. It filled the living room and kitchen with smoke, enough to trigger her smoke alarm. We opened windows, but that didn’t help very much.
I was out of my head with fury and insisted that we go home. I didn’t want to be responsible for more disturbance to Geri’s neighbors or cause her even more of a problem than the one she had to deal with because of her own “stuff”.
I yelled at Ron all the way home and afterwards. He doesn’t “get it”.