Today during my errand running, I ran into....
My sister in law. His older brother's wife. The brother who has the closest relationship with their Mother.
Anyway, we saw each other and hugged. She asked, "Whatcha doin' over here in this area?"
Me, "I live here"
Her, "Oh, you guys moved over here?"
Me, "...........um, no. I live here. With family"
Her, "...................."
Me, " You know......."
Her, " Know what?"
Me, ".............L asked for a divorce"
Her, "..................I.............huh? Are you serious??"
Me, "......Oh. He hasn't...........told....his family?"
Her, still processing, ".......No".
Me, "......Oh".
Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence.
Ok, it was like not even 4 seconds, but it felt beYOND uncomfortable.
Me, stupidly fumbling for words and looking for any type of out, "I heard you were pregnant. Congratulations! When we moved out, we had alot of baby clothes from when we were going to adopt. Then foster. Anyway, tons of stuff coming your way.....So he should be bringing those by any day now"
Her, still processing....."......................Thanks"
Me, ".......Ok. Take care. Bye".
Ugh.
I walked to my car and drove away humiliated, embarrassed, sad. UGH.
Now I know why people relocate when relationships end. I mean, Portland is not a tiny country town, but it's not L.A. either. In this city, you WILL run into your past constantly.
How do people do this? How am I gonna do this?
Sigh.....
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