Monday, Monday
I hope everyone had a nice weekend. It is absolutely gorgeous here today. High of 83, low of 57 and not a cloud in the sky. Have I mentioned that I love fall?
I had a fun (if not restful) weekend. We went to dinner with a small group of friends on Friday night and then spent the evening in a pool hall. I feel that I'm more of a "small group" person because I like good conversations and intimacy, so I had a lot of fun. I am probably the world's worst pool player, but I managed to sink at least a couple balls! I was always horrible at geometry and math in general, which doesn't help my pool skills any. At least I didn't have to buy a single drink for myself, since it was my birthday.
Saturday night was interesting, but fun. My husband's friend J (the hot gay boy) took us to a really nice gay club with a drag show that started at 1:00 a.m. We had a blast dancing and the drag show was really entertaining and fun! One of the dancers brought me on the stage with her when she found out it was my birthday and completely embarassed me, and then the entire club sang to me. We got home about 5:30 a.m. and crashed. I haven't had a night like that in a couple of years, so it was great.
Underneath the fun, though, something has been eating at me. Remember the oh-so-classy lady W who I don't really trust because I know that she's cheated on her husband? She came with us on Saturday night. She's a blast to go to a club with, but that's another story. Remember my friend Aubrey whose mother was hit by a drunk driver? Her husband Ed (not his real name) has slept with W in the past (he supposedly cut off the relationship when he married Aubrey). Aubrey found out that Ed had slept with W, and though she wasn't happy, she forgave him because it was in the past. Well, Aubrey spent the weekend with her siblings at her mom's house doing paperwork for her mom's estate and other very depressing things. So Ed, supportive husband that he is, spent the weekend trying to get W into bed with him. W didn't sleep with him because she couldn't get away from her husband. I believe 100% that Ed will keep trying and that W will give in.
Here's my problem: Ed is a really good friend of my husband's. Aubrey and I are very close, but we would never have met if my husband didn't know Ed. I love Aubrey and I can't believe that Ed is treating her this way, especially with everything she's going through right now. I really want to tell her what's going on. She's already suspicious. Also, if I were in her shoes, I'd want someone to tell me. If I tell Aubrey, Ed will find out and be pissed at my husband for telling me. All of my husband's friends will get mad at him. It's not really my place to tell Aubrey, since Ed was my husband's friend first (it'd be different if Aubrey was an old friend of mine instead of Ed being an old friend of my husband's). I feel like there's a burden on my heart. I cried over it yesterday. I just feel so badly for Aubrey and I am so unbelievalby pissed at Ed. I wish I could be one of those people who says, "Fuck it. I can't change anyone else's life so I'm not going to worry about it." But that's not me.
That was an incredibly long entry, but it felt good to vent. Thanks for reading.