Music To My Ears

It’s a small world after all.

Really, too small in this case. Last night, one of my favorite performers was in concert. I had been looking forward to the show for months. Of course, it turns out that I wasn’t alone in my anticipation. Dear J-Fed was also going to be attending the show. I didn’t think much of it as I made my way through the crowd. There had to be 5 to 10,000 people there.

This was going to be a blog about how the one person I thought I could avoid at all costs was standing right before me. We walked by each other and nodded as you would to a complete stranger. You would never have guessed that we’d spent the last 10 years together and had two children, one who was just 10 months old.

It blew my mind. Thousands of people attended the show, yet I still managed to run into the worm and his sidekick the troll. 

He walked past me and returned to his seat right next T.O.W. (The Other Woman). That’s right, he and T.O.W. sat there chatting each other up. The irony lies in the fact that almost exactly a year ago the three of us (me, J-Fed and T.O.W.) attended a concert together at that very place. I reflected on how the two of them went off together to get drinks at one point and go to the bathroom at another point, while I sat in our lawn seats 7-months-pregnant. I should have known back then that things are always what they seem.

Regardless, there they were in the flesh. Before J-Fed walked away, he made sure to turn around and raise his beer in a toast to me as if to say “ha ha, I can do whatever I want with whomever I want.” There was a cruelty to the way he looked at me, as if he were doing his damndest to hurt me. Too bad, his effort was wasted. I couldn’t have cared less. To be honest, they looked like they belonged together… and in my opinion they did. After all, one gal’s trash is another gal’s treasure.