Buh, man! ? My buddy, the foreigner
What did you ride? No! Do not say it. Please do not. Do it anyway. Tell her about a woman without a name? younger than you, much younger? who has done things to you that your wife, your wife, has not even said in all those years. Tell how one thing came to another: you to her. And she on you. You pose like a big game hunter with rifle in hand and one foot on the prey. Are at least as sympathetic. Namely not.
"Just be honest ?, you say. Are you really an ass !? That time for the files. But then there is still the genetically programmed friends protocol, and that provides above all one thing: to be there for you. Because you need help! Your adventure was just a short flight. Just like the whole show-off. You're lifted like a rocket when you hit them. At the start you lost control of your brain, which has to be swung back and forth between your temples in the acceleration phase. Now the thrill is over, and I'm live as the adrenaline trickles from your pores. It follows the crash landing on the ground of reality. Hard shell soft core. Did something hit your eyes or are they tears? Oh man, come here, you idiot!
Can you understand that too? Of course I can. Know how it is. In a marriage. And the box. At the beginning. And when butterflies no longer flutter, but hang in the frame on the wall? First you do not even sleep when you are in bed together. Then one sleeps arm in arm. Belly to back. And at some point only back to back, because both do not like to be breathed.
"Must she tell her?" You stammer. "Do not you have to!" Not! You said A, now swallow the B down. Do not charge your guilty conscience to her. You have me for that. Shared suffering is half suffering, they say. The truth is: shared suffering is double suffering.
Know your wife almost as long as you do. How will I meet her next? Me, the confidant? Kisses on the left, kisses on the right, knives in the back? Would you like to blow your bloodless head between your ears?
Schnapps, we need schnapps. Let's drink, drink a lot. On the friendship. Forgetting. And that, hopefully, a man is worth more than one of his worst choices.
