The One in the Middle

There's always someone, somewhere, trying to get in the middle. Some ex wife, some ex girlfriend, some old flame, some trash from down the street that won't go away. It has been that way for me my entire adult life. Even in high school, the two or three boyfriends I had were either cheating on me or giving me the impression they were cheating. And it was always with an ex. Both of my marriages hit a brick wall because of another woman. After the fact, I found out the second husband had MANY.

You would think after aging a little bit I could relax because with maturity comes respect from your partner, maybe some genuine appreciation for what's in front of him...
No.
There's always someone trying to wedge themselves in between; sending those emails, facebook messages, text messages, etc,. etc...
And guys are stupid because they FALL FOR IT. "Oh we're just friends."

Sorry, but women do not have a union. In fact, it's the opposite of a union. We don't all follow rules that govern fair practices in relationships. Some women have that sneaky, underhanded m.o. that will ultimately end up in trouble for a couple she sets her sights on.

And every time I start to get comfortable, someone starts using a pry bar to get in the middle.

I could look like this....



But it wouldn't matter.

You know all those romantic comedies where the two exes hate each other but then ultimately they throw everything they have away, get back together and it's oh-so-sweet at the end? I can't stand that stuff.

Unfortunatetly it won't change. If Jennifer Aniston can't keep the other women out of the middle, then neither can I.

Big Meeting

Thursday night was nerve-wracking, because we had this big meeting planned for over a month. It's for the Community Investment Advisory Council that I am serving on, and we needed to have a public forum for citizens to come hear our presentation and give their opinions. I was nervous, I thought we were going to get slaughtered.

I had spent the previous three hours in another meeting, where everyone was arguing and shouting. So I was primed.

I drove up to the meeting place (City Council chambers) and expected to have to push my way into the doorway, because of all the people waiting there for the meeting to begin.

Well, I got a surprise. This is the view from my seat up front:



Not one person showed. Just us members of the committee. Not one person wanted to show up and tear us apart. Okay. Fine.