I don’t know why I think about this story, a lot of time to pass since and a painful end to the story, but that’s not what I’m here for …
In the context, I was still with my ex-wife, a New Year’s Eve with these friends (around 30 people, everyone slept on site) in a small family mansion (more than 25 rooms, small is good the words) of one of them, always had a lot of trouble with them, we were not in the same world, not the same values, our couple had been struggling for a while, we were hanging on on a lot of things, a lot of unspoken, of not done,… In short.
The evening was weird, my wife avoided me as much as possible, I felt out of place and drank a lot, the only thing I had to do in the evening. There was just The little “Tinker Bell”, one of her very close friends, they’re all confided in each other, who chatted with me, a small part of the evening, who took news, she had broken up with her boyfriend not long ago.