There is too much drama in the neighbourhood of late.

We met K when R was dating her.  He claims they never were dating but for a few weeks they spent a tonne of time together and he brought her to poker games, BBQ’s and firepit gatherings.  Whatever went wrong between them isn’t any of my business.

I do, however, think K is a nice woman and since we’re all grown ups I figured we’d still be able to spend time with her.  He’s long since moved on to other women so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

That’s what I thought.

I suppose I should mention at this point that I’ve probably known R about a month longer than K.  He’s a new addition to the neighbourhood and prior to a few months ago, I didn’t even know he existed.  Drew might have known him for a bit longer since he knows some contractors and construction workers I’ve never met.  I’m not sure.  Suffice to say, it’s not like we’re bosom buddies who have spent years crawling through fire together.

We invited K over for a BBQ on Canada day and it was the most tense and unpleasant experience for her – and R wasn’t even in the neighbourhood at the time.  What he was doing was texting her continuously throughout the night.  For reasons I won’t disclose, she couldn’t turn the phone off.  All she could do was avoid picking it up every time it beeped that a new message had come through.  Which it seemed to do every 5 minutes.  K stayed for the meal and a short while afterwards before heading out to another friends house.

R gave me the silent treatment for days afterwards.  Didn’t even look me in the eye or acknowledge my presence when we were around.  *sigh*  It was just like being in Jr. High all over again.  So and So can’t be friends with Ms. X cause she’s got cooties.  ‘Twas powerful stuff back in the day.

Except now I’m a woman in my 30s and no aquaintence or neighbour is going to dictate who can and can’t visit my home or who I can and can’t spend time with.  Drew’s opinion might have sway in the situation but, since he also thinks that K is a nice person, he can’t see the problem with her visiting us either…

Too. Much. Drama.

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