I feel I need to write something about Friday evening/night/Saturday morning (until 4am), but I have no idea how to begin.
Maybe, let's begin with me sending a message to my friend J--, asking how she is doing, if everything is ok and when we're going out dancing again.
... not knowing that right at that moment she was telling her husband to just fuck off - now, for real and calling her divorce lawyer to immediately start all proceedings. She was smart enough to get him sign a piece of paper where they had agreed on the value of their apartment before she threw him out for good.
I didn't know any of that - I just sent her a message asking how she's doing.
Within about 10 minutes of me asking, she changed her status message and I knew... well, good riddance that asshole! But, of course, I didn't know all the details and I hadn't received any message from her yet.
Then our door bell rang.
There she was, standing in front of me.
Technically, she came over to pick up her key (we had her key to look after her plants from last week), but that was, of course, just an excuse (as if she needed an excuse with us, but hey, she was devastated).
Anyhow, we asked her in, take a seat, and maybe have dinner with us (I had just finished cooking and my wife was just finishing sending out some letters).
She didn't want to eat. Then I saw the Sarti in our fridge, the champagne (a gift from a friend) and the soda: "How about a Sarti Spirtz, then?" ...
... well, the rest is for Part II - 😂
i. celeste aurora :v_tg: :v_nb: :v_genderfluid: [witchzard 2.0]
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