The crazy woman thinks I am bad

I got something strange in the mail the other day. It was an invite to a birthday party for a friend of mine.

What is so strange about that you might ask?

I haven't talked to this person in over a year. I meant to. I could have called at any time, but I never did. I just have been busy and there are times where I don't stay in touch with people as much as I would like to.

I used to see this friend on a regular basis. Even after he got married. We used to do lunch every couple of weeks, usually at Hooters, just to see what was going on.

His wife hated that with a passion. Yeah, she is a crazy bitch. Paranoid. She always thought the Hooter girls were hitting on her husband. If fact, she forbid him to go there. The thought of us taking her son there (he is 16) was the fuel for a huge fight. In the end, she forbid him to have lunch with me in general.

Last I had heard (over a year ago), he was filing for divorce. It was the second time he considered it and this time, supposedly it was irreconcilable. He was adamant that it was done. He just wanted the house and her to be out of his life. He was giving her a nice chunk of change to be gone too. In fact, with some of the things he would tell me, I wouldn't be shocked if I was a reason for the break up. Yeah, she is crazy like that. When he was telling me about the problems he was having in his marriage, I never gave him advice one way or another. I told he he need to be true to himself and things would work out. I never said a discouraging word about the crazy bitch. Good thing.

Then I saw him briefly this summer. I was leaving Hooters (surprise!) when a mini van was honking at me on the street. Sure enough, it was them. Yes, them, as in plural, the couple. It isn't that surprising that he didn't get divorced. He is the clingy, needy, type of guy. Hell, he proposed to her after knowing her for 3 weeks.

I should have given him a call the next weekend about going to Hooters to see what was up with that, but didn't. I may do it this weekend. At the very least, I could try to get him to do lunch just to get the paranoid woman worked up a bit. Only because I am evil in her eyes.

I will be going to the party if not for just stopping in some time during the night. I assume his family will be there. Some of his brothers are good, successful people. Others are total hillbilly types. Yeah, there could be a mullet sighting.