My, how things have changed.

Monday we got a visit from M who we haven't seen in months. Can't say we missed his coming over before 8am on a Saturday morning at all. The curiosity got the better of him since he saw the electric truck outside.

A year ago we were on friendly terms with these 3 families. Now? Only one family do we occasionally talk with. They made it abundantly clear our family was no longer welcome at birthday party celebrations this summer. It was the one concern I had in inviting them to the boys back in June. I no longer have this concern going forward. Brendan even called them out on it one time and was ignored. Why? Because they know what they did was wrong. Fortunately it's their karma that'll bite them in the ass.

Last year had us receiving holiday goodies. This year? Not a single one. I debated taking over a batch. I'm glad I didn't. I'm glad because the rare times of small talk between us is awkward. There is so much I'd like to say but know it won't do a damn bit of good.

I know I shouldn't let the fallout between these families bug me. Jason keeps telling me to let it go. For the most part I have. Until I see how the 3 wives bonded together over a run and now have a nickname for them. Or how another person who they directed their gossip towards is now a bestest friend.

I mean, it's so fucking obvious they've turned their backs on us. On me. I know it's not me. I know I didn't do anything wrong because two of the wives can't even look me in the eye if I pass them on the street. It still hurts.