Friday, June 29, 2012
I don't think I will understand adults who gossip. A good "friend" of my husband's got caught in the act last night. They were having a little boys' night out at the bar, and my husband had gone in to get another drink.
He came back to overhear them insisting that he'd cheated on me. Slept with another woman at that particular bar.
Now, I know my husband. He would literally rather saw off his own leg than cheat on me. And I knew about the person in question; she'd made some passes at him.
Basically, it's nonsense. And there was NO point to bringing it up. So my husband walked out.
Fortunately, another friend gave him a ride home, but he's not speaking to the former "friend."
So, someone explain this to. What possesses grown men and women to gab at each other like schoolchildren? Is it fun to tear others down? Enjoyable?
Frankly, it pisses me off. Let's assume for a moment that it was true (And it's not. Not to mention 2 years ago.) These are supposedly my friends too.
Why the HELL wouldn't they TELL ME? Don't you think I would be the person who needs to know this, not the asshole in the bar at the next chair?
They don't actually care about us. They just want to share a good, juicy rumor.
Good riddance to them. No one needs friends like that.