“You two looked like lesbians,” Jack said sullenly.
“I’m not a lesbian.”
“But you looked like lesbians.”
Lindsey didn’t entirely know what to say to that. “Ok, but again, you know I’m not a lesbian. Girls can like tacos and hot dogs!” She smiled.
He continued sulking for the rest of the day.
“Jack, this isn’t fair to me. You told me I could go ahead.”
“And you can,” he said back. “You just… You’re just not the same person I married.”
With that he walked away. He left the house. And Lindsey was left alone with the baby in her arms.
She started to text me.
Lindsey: I don’t get it! He just got mad and left!
Me: Did he say where he was going?
Lindsey: No, he just walked out.
Me: We were just holding hands! What would have happened if, well…
Lindsey: no kidding! We didn’t do anything!
Me: We were just holding hands!
Lindsey: Well yeah, didn’t you know that was worse than kissing.
Me: Yeah, nothing worse than a little hand-on-hand action!
We joked because it was the only thing we had. But all we could do was wait.
Wait until he got back.
If I thought it was bad for me, I knew it was 100 times worse for Lindsey.
I wanted to offer to come over and sit with her until he got back but I knew that would only make things worse. I mean if hand holding was bad… What would he think if I was comforting her while she was upset? Her head on my shoulder?
He came back late that night and it was poor Lindsey who had to sort things out with him.
I don’t entirely know what happened with that conversation, I simply know that after a few hours she texted me and said that she couldn’t see me any longer. We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t hang out. I wasn’t to contact her again.
That was it for the Lindsey story…
Ok, it really wasn’t. If that was the end that would be one fucking horrible story.
A lot of build up for nothing there, Becca! Thanks for nothing!!
Lindsey did cut me out of her life. Her texts went black. She had every intention of doing what her husband had asked of her, but as I told you before… Lindsey is good at getting what she wants.
So while I thought my friend was gone… It was only a few months before she resurfaced ready to make up for lost time.