My friend was upset with her husband last night, and not for the first time. And, as usual, she came to me in tears. This has been going on for a very long time, several years in fact. I have often told her that I am the world's worst marriage counselor, "You may remember, my dear, that I am divorced once and have two broken engagements behind me. And here I am living alone with two dogs at the age of 62." But she points out that I seem very happy, which I am. But happily single, not married.
Nevertheless, she seems interested in what I have to say.
Her husband most recently berated her because she left two glasses in the sink and her clothes on the floor. She wasn't asking for my advice, but being the busybody that I am, I gave it.
My advice was to leave four glasses in the sink and two piles of clothes on the floor. And when he comes home, he should find her in bed, smoking a cigar, eating chocolate, and drinking wine. Oh, and wearing her very nicest pj's, preferably silk. To wit, on our last shopping trip together, I bought her all of the above items, plus a lovely ash tray and candy dish. Would have bought the silk pj's also, but didn't have the dough.
She didn't say much, but later on, she showed me a picture which she had posted online, everything nicely arranged on a tray. I know she likes something when she posts it to her many online friends.
Which brings us to our Rebel Girls Night Out. We left her husband sitting at home, mad as usual, and took everything out to the poolside table. There we sat until midnight, smoking (or pretending to smoke) cigars, eating chocolate, and drinking (wine for her, water for me). Also, we studied for her citizenship test, something her husband does not encourage.
And much laughter, haven't seen her laugh like that in a very long time.
She told me that I was, "a bad influence."
I'll take that as a compliment.
Like the flower, with so much love you gave to me. But it is withered. I leave today; I know how to lose. But, oh! how it hurts me. Oh! How it hurts me.