Wordle #930 - LUNGE
Oh, I get it now.
Bree doesn’t actually want to catch up with me, she wants to use me as a marriage counselor. Again.
Just because her husband is my ex-husband doesn’t make me the expert on all things Roy. If anything, I’m a cautionary tale. The prime example of how not to stay in a relationship with Roy. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why Bree always asks for my advice, to do the exact opposite…
“What’s wrong? Didn’t he like that Sharks jersey you got him for his birthday?”
“I—I think Roy left me,” Bree blurts out. She makes a lunge for a Kleenex box and starts yanking out handfuls of tissues, sobbing.
I can’t help but feel a burst of vindication—See? I’m not the one who’s broken, it’s Roy. He can’t make it work—but I tamp down that uncharitable emotion as best I can. A rush of sympathy takes its place.
I noticed that Bree didn’t say that Roy had left her for someone, and I wouldn’t expect him to. Yes, he’d moved on quickly to Bree after our divorce, but he hadn’t been cheating on me. That’s about the only thing I never would’ve forgiven them for.
“Oh, Bree, I’m so sorry.” I lean a little closer in my chair and consider sending a hug reaction emoji. I reconsider. “What happened?”
I have a million more questions, but it’s a good place to start.
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