Weekend wasn’t too bad before the trigger and mini-freak out at the BBQ on Monday, as predicted.
Had my two fantasy football drafts on Saturday and Sunday night. That was good. I was with guys who I’ve known for years, and besides Brad, no one else knew of my situation so it was nice not to have to think of things. With some of these guys, we’ve been doing this for about 30 years now (back in the 80’s we used to copy stats for the box scores in the paper and calculate points in a spiral notebook – God, times have changed). Lots of beer, wings, pizza, and guy talk. It was good stuff and just what the doctor ordered. Of course with all the shit that’s been going on I hadn’t researched anything, but amazingly I had pretty good drafts. Anyway…
So about the BBQ. Had it on Monday at my brother’s house. BIL was still awkward around me. He still didn’t look happy to be there, like he was dragged along by my SIL. Don’t know if he’s upset at me, my wife, who knows? He wasn’t mean or not nice, just looked perpetually uncomfortable. Whatever. Maybe it’s hemorrhoids.
We kept it small as I mentioned, and we saw my kids before my wife. As soon as the kids came running to the backyard, my brother’s wife and my wife’s sister immediately went toward my wife, and they each gave her a hug and thanked her for coming. I thought that was a nice thing for them to do.
My wife and I did a very awkward “hello” thing, with everyone looking on. She whispered if I was okay with her coming and I told her it was my idea to have my SIL invite her. She looked surprised at that but smiled. Still, we basically gravitated towards someone else. Anyone else. I mostly hung out with my brother and the kids. She, with her sister and my SIL, and the kids when I was elsewhere. Lots of glances at each other. Super awkward. She didn’t want to approach me, gave me my space. I took it. Tossed a couple of Frisbees and footballs around with the kids, others were on the swing set. The grill was fired up. Burgers, dogs, wings, a couple of skirt steaks, lots of side dishes (if you must know, my wife made sweet potato fries, a corn salad, and breaded cauliflower). I bought the beer (yes, Yuengling). Music was playing. It was hot, but things were going well and we were all having a nice time.
And then came the song. The fucking pina colada song. I was talking to my brother and BIL with a beer in hand and the song came on. I didn’t notice at first until my brother’s wife started singing along and then I heard my oldest daughter say something like “Oh, I love this song!” and joined in. And then the song hit me and I just froze. I always hated that song. I don’t see it being romantic at all. It glamorizes 2 cheaters who fucking don’t know how to talk to each other. And of course I couldn’t help think about my wife. I don’t know what I looked like, but I do know that I had a death grip on the beer bottle. I’m surprised it didn’t shatter. They were singing “If you like pina coladas…” out loud and something made my wife turned around from where she was. She saw me, and again, I don’t know what I looked like but she freaked and started yelling “Stop it! Stop it! Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn off the fucking radio!” They were shocked, panicked, and then quickly turned off the radio and then silence, except for the younger kids who were still playing and making a ruckus running around and all, clueless. My wife had her hands over her mouth and she was crying, everyone was looking at the two of us, and I kept standing there like an idiot holding on to the beer bottle like it was a life preserver, and my daughter and SIL immediately started apologizing. I don’t know. It didn’t register. And then I just couldn’t take it all and I turned around and left. I went into the house and into the guest room.
I wasn’t angry or mad I felt, I don’t know, assaulted? And embarrassed. That I let a stupid song impact me like that. And stupid. Cause this was what I was worried about. That something like this would happen and I felt I ruined everything. If only I could keep my act together things would be okay. I do remember wondering who was going to be assigned “go check on Walloped” duty. Of course it was my brother. I asked him how my wife was doing. He said fine – she stopped crying. The ladies had immediately run over to her to support her. His wife told him to go check on me. And then he told me something I hadn’t thought of. He said this was a positive. I was like, “what?” and he said that firs, she came, knowing how awkward it would be, and then, she stood up for me. I didn’t quite get it, so he said that she didn’t react like I did and think of herself when she heard the song. She saw me and what it was doing to me and immediately tried to get it to stop. He said, “she was trying to protect you. You should just know that.” And then he said I should come out when I’m ready. So I did, apologized to everyone and just asked if we could keep the music off, and then started handing out beers to everyone. We were fine after that. I did go over to my wife to say thank you. All in all, not too bad.