May. 30th, 2010

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Last night, we went out for dinner to a restaurant with an attached play area. (Aren't we fancy?) I don't cook on Saturday nights, and we didn't want to spend a ton of money. The kids were happy to get their ya-yas out, and Tom and I got to read for a bit. Everyone wins.

After a bit, an older couple comes in with their grandkids. The grandmother and I start chatting. I mention how nice it is that she's giving her child a date night. She laughs nicely, and says she loves to do it. We continue on chatting a bit here and there. Our kids are roughly the same age, and they're all playing together nicely.

As the older couple is leaving, we're making our goodbyes. Her husband has led the kids out of the area and she leans over our table. "It's sad, you know. It's really sad. My son is really trying to save the marriage. The wife has been cheating on him for a year. The kids don't know exactly what happened, but they know Mommy is bad."

The only response I could come up with was, "I'm sorry to hear that!  I hope things work out in some way!"

I was bummed out all night because of this woman deciding to tell me her family's dirty laundry. I don't think I have encountered that level of stranger overshare since I left grad school.


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