Monika was coming from LA.Īnd about 40 miles away, Cris was getting married. Friends were coming from as far away as San Diego. I was still on my FMLA leave from work and had plenty of time to cook, clean, and decorate. Something like, “I hope you get all of the happiness you deserve.” I have no idea if he saw it or what he made of it. There was only one photo of B, and he wrote nothing about her.įeeling devilish, I commented on one. They were the only people he could scare up.

A poker game with his buddies, all of whom were old friends he barely saw, two of whom had told Susan that he was an asshole and they wouldn't blame her for leaving him. Tubing on the Russian River, beer in hand. Now, he had a personal Instagram account with photos of his wedding week festivities, which included more drunken nonsense. He hadn’t touched the account the whole time we were together. The last photo he posted was of him in his kitchen in his chef uniform but oddly cropped so just his legs and feet showed. He’d said that a friend of his had helped him set it up and he didn’t know anything about it. Huh? When we met, he had an Instagram account with just a few photos of his food. In a creepy bit of Internet strangeness, Instagram suggested him as a friend I might know. And if he had gone on a bender in Vegas before our wedding I would have been mortified. Yes, there was a time I thought he and I might get married. And how pathetic it was for a 55-year-old man to be partying like a frat boy in Las Vegas. I can only imagine the drunken obnoxiousness of that weekend. In the weeks before September 9th, Crystal, who was still connected to Cris on Facebook, let us know he went to Vegas with her Ex (his BFF) for his bachelor party. So the first C&C in my house after being displaced for two years would have been enough of a momentous occasion, but to do it on Cris’ wedding day, with two of my Sister Exes in attendance? I could barely wrap my head around the momentous weirdness of it. I’ve hosted C&Cs consistently since then, with the exception of 2020 (COVID) and 2021 (I was living at the Embassy Suites during my tree exile)

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