So, my friend George has been inviting me over for a bar-b-que for a couple weeks. I just hadn’t had a chance to take him up on it. Sunday rolls around, and I was finally available so I told him we were a go. What I didn’t expect is that we would be spending the afternoon at his wife’s parents house. I was a little out of my comfort zone. There were a bunch of people there that I had met at his wedding (2 years ago) but don’t know at all. Everyone was super nice to me. Her folks were very accomodating and just good people. However, sitting at the table with 8 other people, me being the odd man out, I did feel a little out of place. George and everyone else couldn’t have been better, though.
It’s times like that where I really feel being single. I’m sure it was just in my mind, but I felt like the 3rd wheel, in need of pity. Not overt, and no one did anything at all to perpetuate that feeling, but I still did.
Things are just real tough sometimes.
I did call the insurance man to get my insurance squared away today. Split our cars, get me off the homeowners, and get some renters insurance. Just one more step to total seperation.