Of snowflakes and text messages.
Winter has come
... a month too soon, or so the calender would suggest. The first flakes tumbled down from above already a few days ago, but today everything is covered by a thick, white blanket, and it hasn't stopped snowing since I woke up six hours ago. I just came back from a little stroll in the snow to bring two letters to the mailbox (one to France, one to Singapore *hint*), make an appointment with the dentist, and buy some fruits and Christmas sweets in the new discount shop right next to my dentist.
People were really nice. In the row at the check-out counter a man offered to let me ahead of him, and when I came back home, an unknown neighbour held the outer door open for me. =) I wished people were always so polite and accomodating - life would be so much more pleasant.
(view from my balcony this morning)
The intricacies of human relations
Remember that I told you about this rather 'special' guy I met a while ago? I've been in loose contact with him ever since, meeting him once more and talking about visiting a vaudeville show when we meet next. This morning, I received a text message from his wife. He told me that their marriage was dead, more or less, and he'd already told her he'd leave as soon as het met someone else he wanted to be with. I, in turn, pointed out that as long as he didn't draw a clear line, she was likely to still hold hopes.
It seems that I was right. Her message said that she'd found my number in her husband's mobile phone and if I were in a relationship with him. After contemplating if I should reply, I eventually decided to, since in some way I can understand her situation and not answering would seem like a confirmation of her fears. One text message quickly became three, and from those I could derive that she truly still clings to the marriage, complaining that he has so little time and so forth.
Well, I know for a fact that he has intimate relations with others, and I also know that he would be very displeased to hear that she is snooping around in his things. All in all, I am his friend. I already feel a little bad for talking with his wife about him behind his back (I gave her hardly any information, but she attempted to draw me onto her side). Should I tell him? I feel it would be better to do so eye to eye, so I can try to talk sense into him. Otherwise, I fear, he would just grow angry, explode, and nothing would be resolved. On the other hand, should I get tangled up in that at all?