The husband of an FOFriend is not a happy guy. He isn’t sociable to most of her friends, he’s sarcastic every opportunity he can get and he has a generally negative disposition. He loves my friend, but he doesn’t appear to love much else (least of all himself), and if he had his druthers, he’d probably go off to live in a secluded spot with only my friend.
This makes me sad, not because I’m unhappy for the man, but because I don’t get to enjoy my friend as much as I’d like. When I do get to see her, hubby is usually around, acting his usual downer self. When he’s not sarcastic, he’s haughty. It’s a wicked alternative. Another friend I share with this friend feels just as I do and has decided that the unpleasantness involved with seeing her with her husband is not worth it. So she’s stopped calling.
I won’t dare bring up how I feel with my friend because it will only make her defensive , and besides, it won’t change her husband’s misery. I’d be thrilled to see my friend solo but she doesn’t go out much without her husband, so that’s not possible.
It’s endlessly fascinating to see how different women respond to different men. He’s a prince to one, a pathetic creature to another. It’s surely one of those things that make the world go round. I guess it wouldn’t be nearly as interesting if we all loved ourselves and each other. What would we write and talk about?