White trash beautiful energy

Marriage is a funny thing.

The work of creating one begins even before you meet your husband or wife. It's true. Because iffn you ain't right before you throw down the vows, yon marriage won't be right neither.

Which brings me to Sarah. She is one of the new people who I hang out with in real life. She of the dinner where I got drunk and hit on the waitress. clicky de click click for that story.

When we were chatting during the dinner I asked her, "So, do you like your husband?". You can tell 99% of the health and wealth of a marriage by the person's response. She hesitated and looked down. Then she went into a lengthy defense about how it's getting better. How he's hunting and fishing less and sticking around more.

Two weeks after our dinner, she finds out he's been cheating on her. For a long time. They have two kids. Got married in high school. His name is . . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . he's name is Rusty. They are white trash.

And then she decided to divorce him. She moved out of the house and got an apartment.

Let's say that again.

He's an asshole that said, "Look, you get an apartment with the two kids. I'll stay here at the house." Rusty is like The King of White Trash.

I judge him, o yes I do.

Here's my dilemma.

Her and her two kids now live very close. The kids are my kids age. And for this, I still want to be her Mommy friend. Which means I can be her friend but not that close.

The problem is she is unstable at this point. And she is not suffering with dignity. She is kind of a basket case. Which is fine really, we all hurt in our own way.

Underneath though, maybe she will rise up. Become a healthier woman. Then maybe she can shape her white trash energy into something beautiful. Something triumphant.

Until then, she'll stay a Mommy friend. And my kids will have more kids to play with.

Here's hoping. :)

This video is um, this side of NSFW, not nudie but close enough.

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