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My friend Jim from Nashville was attending a conference in Gatlinburg for several days this week. He escaped for a little while yesterday to drive over here (it is about an hour away) to take me to dinner. *smile* We went to Fatz Cafe which is where daughter in law Gloria works. The last time I went (with friend Elmo) she told me the "new" news about Mike and Brooke. Wow! Just kind of inserted between the entree and the wine list there. *ahem*
Welllll b-b-b-baby that was nuthin! Small taters! I barely got two bites of my absolutely delicious salad with sun dried tomato vinegarette dressing (yum!) when Gloria came to our table to say hello. She was managing the floor last evening. She started with them when they first opened here in Greeneville. Don't ask me when that was because I don't have an accurate "time" function in mah little mind, but it's been awhile. I introduced her to Jim, they exchanged a few introductory things, and then she says "I guess you haven't heard that I am filing for divorce."
At that very moment the waitress brought our food, so Jim was rescued. He had something to do other than sit there feeling awkward. Me? um...I turned my full attention on Gloria. She was obviously in a lot of pain. She told me the whole story right then and there. She left some things out, I'm sure. I'm not sure what things, since I know about her co-worker being in bed with my son on her side of the bed, and my son taking her co-worker home (this being the same girl that my son Mike apparently spent the night with, the same girl that lives with her Father...) and spending the night with her there. So anyway now Gloria is in the uneviable position of having to work with this girl every day and maintaining a professional position as Gloria is her superior. Gee.
I told her to wash the sheets, tell her husband (who also happens to be my son) that there will be no more of that with co-workers, not appropriate to mix money with honey in any combination, HUGE no no, and move on. Harboring all that anger hurts. Yes it does. She needs to express it to the person who made her angry. The person who hurt her feelings, who violated her trust, and...her sheets. But ohhhh the sheets. Burn those damn sheets. But then what? Somewhere, some time there will be other sheets just exactly like those damn sheets, and those memories of infidelity, betrayal, that girl laying on her side of the bed, will flash through her mind all over again. It isn't the sheets. Nope. Don't burn the sheets. Deal with the situation. That's the best way. Just wash the sheets, keep the husband, improve the communication...if possible. If not, then part peacefully, and leave him the sheets. *wink*
She can move in next to me. *sigh* Thanks to Cindy Cutshaw it's empty.
Free was on my bed, so I said, Free get off my bed. She looked at me, stood up, stretttttttched real hard, walked up to where the pillows were, pushed one with her nose, and plopped down, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. What did I miss there???
Welllll b-b-b-baby that was nuthin! Small taters! I barely got two bites of my absolutely delicious salad with sun dried tomato vinegarette dressing (yum!) when Gloria came to our table to say hello. She was managing the floor last evening. She started with them when they first opened here in Greeneville. Don't ask me when that was because I don't have an accurate "time" function in mah little mind, but it's been awhile. I introduced her to Jim, they exchanged a few introductory things, and then she says "I guess you haven't heard that I am filing for divorce."
At that very moment the waitress brought our food, so Jim was rescued. He had something to do other than sit there feeling awkward. Me? um...I turned my full attention on Gloria. She was obviously in a lot of pain. She told me the whole story right then and there. She left some things out, I'm sure. I'm not sure what things, since I know about her co-worker being in bed with my son on her side of the bed, and my son taking her co-worker home (this being the same girl that my son Mike apparently spent the night with, the same girl that lives with her Father...) and spending the night with her there. So anyway now Gloria is in the uneviable position of having to work with this girl every day and maintaining a professional position as Gloria is her superior. Gee.
I told her to wash the sheets, tell her husband (who also happens to be my son) that there will be no more of that with co-workers, not appropriate to mix money with honey in any combination, HUGE no no, and move on. Harboring all that anger hurts. Yes it does. She needs to express it to the person who made her angry. The person who hurt her feelings, who violated her trust, and...her sheets. But ohhhh the sheets. Burn those damn sheets. But then what? Somewhere, some time there will be other sheets just exactly like those damn sheets, and those memories of infidelity, betrayal, that girl laying on her side of the bed, will flash through her mind all over again. It isn't the sheets. Nope. Don't burn the sheets. Deal with the situation. That's the best way. Just wash the sheets, keep the husband, improve the communication...if possible. If not, then part peacefully, and leave him the sheets. *wink*
She can move in next to me. *sigh* Thanks to Cindy Cutshaw it's empty.
Free was on my bed, so I said, Free get off my bed. She looked at me, stood up, stretttttttched real hard, walked up to where the pillows were, pushed one with her nose, and plopped down, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. What did I miss there???
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