Roger was easily and by far and away my best friend.
I was sure we were deeply connected by that special friendship.
I was thinking about this, when blackacre wrote a piece about her sex addict husband, and her take on what she previously considered her best friend, and husband. I am exactly the same. I could never have had an affair, either. I would have had to rush and tell him.
I had no secrets from my bestie.
Once, just a few years into us, when Rog was on a long hunting trip – one of those when we pined for each other, so badly – a (married) man passionately kissed me, and suggested sex. I was mortified. And told Rog as soon as he got home. He said he was fine with it. Of course he was. He’d already fucked a prostitute, and his ex girlfriend, at least, who knows what other emotional or sexual affairs he had already indulged in.
Yes, I have dear childhood besties, but Handsome was clearly my best friend and confidant. I have said, not entirely joking, that I could never have had an affair because the first thing I’d want to do is tell Handsome. For the better part of the last 20 years he was always my person… my go-to. I do not believe that I was ever his best friend prior to DDay #1. In fact, I’m not actually sure that he ever viewed me as a friend.
I was never his bestie.
That makes me so sad.
Anyway, he rang me last night. Talked for 52 minutes. We are fine in that way. Talked money and kids. A few issues.
Best news of all?
They are not coming to the races today! I don’t have to share a table with them!
I do have to admit, I am VERY surprised. Not that she isn’t coming. But he lives for racing. And we have a runner on Derby Day!
But, I can breathe. Relax. Enjoy. Phew. So much phew. Not to have to play nice in public with a home wrecking whore. YAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!
There was some other stuff, that I am not ready to blog about in full yet, that made me feel a bit better. He asked me about my travel (8 MORE SLEEPS!) As obviously the kids have told him. So, as I know his big thing about retirement was travel, I asked him if he had any plans.
No. “Can’t really afford it.”
Hmmm. I translated that to fit with what he told me at the beginning about his twu wuv. She is scared of flying.
Oh dear. A small life. In a small town. That is what he left me for. I have so much living to do. Art, music, theatre, travel, literature….
I better fly, have a dress to press, and a day and night to have some fun!