Yesterday, I went to Hates Cats' daughter's birthday party. His ex had posted on FB that several of the little girl's friends had canceled. I became emotional, and my heart ached, thinking that she could be so sad and upset that she had a special event and no one showed up. So I went. Hates Cats was awkward towards me, again. I ended up talking to the Ex's boyfriend for a while, just chit-chat about looking for a house, telling stories, etc. Keeping occupied while she ran around running a party, ya know?
But even worse was today, when she suddenly (and for the first time EVER) messaged me on FB. She said she had questions for me and I was suddenly afraid she might think I was flirting with him yesterday. She really just wanted someone to talk to about her insecurities and how he doesn't claim her as the girlfriend and why not, etc etc. Legit concerns, but like I pointed out to her, artists/musicians can be among the more sensitive; the softer. They don't pull Caveman tactics of MY WOMAN UGH. She agreed and said I was right about artists.
It was also weird when she spoke about Hates Cats. Some of the things she said were not like the man I know, or knew. I nearly said something about how close he and I had gotten. I don't mean the make-out session; I mean we were actually good friends, I thought. Now I have no idea. He seems hesitant to speak to me anymore. It might be because he knows I'd call him on his actions this year...he has a girlfriend, and they just moved in together. After barely dating 6 months. Okay, that's fast, but also, I worry because you know that they must have put her info on the apartment stuff, because there's no way he qualified.
But I digress. He seems happy, which is weird. Part of Hates Cats' personality is that he's never happy. Even when he's happy. I have no qualms with him. I disagree with a lot of decisions he's made, but it's his life, not mine. And I'm not as a part of it as I was.
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