You To Thank.

"So if I ran away with Andrew to get married, you'd be mad at me mom?"
"Well, it's better than what you're doing now."
"What am I doing now?"
"Moving in together before marriage. You know, statistics prove that the majority of marriages that begin in sin, end."

Yes! Roll your eyes. I rolled mine so far they almost fell onto the table top.

What do you say to that? "Shut up you stupid cow. Don't lecture me on how to live my life based on your overly righteous Christian propaganda. Allow me to remind you that your marriage failed. I'm sure you didn't commit one sin during the whole thirty years you were with Stan - Well, according to you, you hadn't. And since your marriage ended so miserably, I suppose I'll be trying something different. Wouldn't want to make the same mistakes as you mom. You should want the best for your children Dianne!"

Yes. I think that sums up that train of bullshit rather nicely.

Anyway, Rachel called me this morning.
Rachel is the girl that dated my ex boyfriend Ian after I dated him. Her relationship with him was considerably worse than mine. She did manage to get out of it and I thought she was on the right path to being a liberated and self-efficient woman.
But then the phone calls started to come, about how she had met the greatest man, whom of which was Ian's best friend from highschool. I cringed, hearing that. Smokey (as I know him), had never had a girlfriend and I'm sure he would have taken anything (no offence to Rachel of course), for the sake of filling that attention starved pit that exists somewhere in us all when nobody loves us.
Anyway she dated him, but was constantly teetering on the, "I don't want to be dating anyone right now, I need to be alone" issue. And SHE DID need to be alone. She needed to figure out how to function without a boyfriend. Needless to say, she failed at that miserably.
I was far too tired to speak with her this morning when she called me at 8:00am. She blurted out, "So much has happened. I have so much to tell you!" I retorted with a grunt, in my sleepy haze. Turns out, Rachel is engaged to a different man (Not Smokey), whom she met two weeks ago, and has been living happily with for a week.

To this I say, "Idiot."

I thought Rachel wanted to get her shit together. I sincerely thought that she was going to make an effort. Instead she's getting married to a man she's known for two weeks. AWESOME.
Any desire I had to talk to her is now obselete. I've watched her, build on her problems constantly since I've befriended her and I won't watch it anymore. There's only so much to watch before my sympathetic and understanding nature is obliterated.