Anyone remember that Kenny Rogers’ song?
“You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurting won’t heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille”
I was reminded of that old country hit the other day as folks were commenting on the uncanny timing of cheaters to cheat at the worst possible times. Your pregnancy. Your father’s death. Your cancer…
It’s hard to know if it’s intentional, or if it’s just part of an overall pattern of selfish obliviousness. But I think some of the crueler ones get off on it. It’s not just that lousy people can’t abide vulnerability, or joy (happy occasions must be spoiled too) — it’s that it’s a power trip.
Did you anticipate something?
Can’t have it.
Did you want something?
Were you expecting something of them?
CAN’T YOU SEE HOW BUSY AND IMPORTANT I AM?
So today’s Friday challenge is to tell CN what lousy Lucille-like timing your cheater had — HOWEVER, instead of this being a depressing recitation of crappy Christmases — next tell me what you’re doing, or plan to do, to take that occasion back.
I’ve never spent another significant birthday shoveling shit while cheated on. How about you?
Kenny will now lead us in song…. TGIF!