This again.He’s been claiming this for weeks, but no plane ticket has materialized.
I’m not holding my breath.
I don’t respond.
“Eat your fucking bail,” he continues smugly, referring to the thousand dollars I forked out to get him out of jail after his DUI. “Good luck getting that shit back.”
Me:
He’s amused THAT I probably won’t get my $1,000 bail money back from his DUI.
Alice:
Jeez.
At least his parents actually got the ticket this time?
Me:
So he says.
Alice:
I hope they did. You need some distance from him. A different state would help.
Me:
He was so mad bc I was laughing.
But when I’m the most upset, I cackle… it’s like a nervous response.
Anyway, we should start planning our wedding.
Alice:
I mean...it's your life?
Me:
I meant your and my wedding.
Alice:
Okay, I'm more on board for that.
My guy might take it badly.
I laugh.
Timmy calls out from the hallway. “I’m going to punch you if you keep laughing at me, you stupid cunt.”
Me:
Oh, he just threatened to punch me.
Alice:
Nope. Electric chair.