I need to make this quick; I’m due to be somewhere with family pretty soon.
Earlier this week, after I’d asked Tony if I could see him that night and he said it would be awkward, he told me he was going for dinner with someone who works for him, that someone’s wife, and… Tony’s ex.
Oh? I said. Why are you doing that? Doesn’t he know you’re not together anymore?
No.There were lots of words exchanged, but I’m going to depart for the moment from my usual deep exploration of motivations and rationales. I’m not going to bother telling you what he said or what I said. I’m just giving you the facts.
Tony went for dinner earlier this week with his ex-wife and another couple. The invitation came to his ex’s house because the person who works for him (frequently…this isn’t a one-time thing) doesn’t know they are separated.
Yes. You read that right.
Tony went for dinner with his ex – essentially a double date – and basically, pretended to be married.
Oh. One more thing… that dinner? Was the one year anniversary of our first date.
Merry. Fucking. Christmas.
And yes, it’s been a shitty 48 hours. But I’ve managed to try to not let it ruin the magic of time with Liam and my family. Tony and I aren’t broken up, I will write about what’s been said, and I’m still going on that fucking vacation.