You should probably stick the two of them together in a spare room with a couple of bunk beds and avoid fork brandishing. They are both acting like kids at camp.
Grown men with any civility do not reach over and grab food from another person’s plate and husbands who have any expectation of enjoying marital relations ever again don’t side against their wives in front of other people.
It’s time for you to sit your husband down for a fireside chat. It’s nice that he has his friend nearby and the two of them should be able to enjoy some quality time together. You don’t have to participate though.
Couples can have separate friends. That can actually be great for a marriage. The friendship that you’ve described, however, is not conducive to matrimonial harmony. This person might be a terrific person who’s just going through a rough patch. Maybe that’s why he’s acting like a jerk.
The question is why is your husband acting like a jerk. The two of you are going to need to figure that out sooner rather than later. You have an opportunity to set up some relationship ground rules right now. Take some time to figure out how you’d like to deal with objectionable friends going forward and clarify the rules of respect between the two of you.
Don’t worry. You can handle this.
What you should do is act like a loving accepting mother and suck it up. Go into your attic and find the children’s books that you used to read to her. Purple Hair, I Don’t Care
Remember that one?
Your instincts are right. If you jump on her, she will resent it. I’m with you Cassidy. I am no fan of arm pit hair on young ladies but save your maternal might for issues that really matter.
The fact that you understand that you’ve acted like a total weirdo is what makes you normal. I don’t want to encourage your irresponsible attitude towards your own health care but I understand. Plus, I find you amusing.
Remember me fondly?
Over a canker sore?
That’s some good stuff. I’m only disappointed that I didn’t get to hear any details about this exceptionally fun funeral that you’ve sworn your friend to.
If I thought you were serious about taking on the grim reaper as opposed to confronting the doctor or dentist, I would have responded to your letter privately with an entirely different tone.
It’s ok for you to be scared. Hiding your vulnerability with elaborate premature funeral arrangements, is a chicken s**t move though. Yeah, I try not to swear and I’m sure I’ll hear it from Scamper, but you got my goat.
I don’t know where your mother is, young lady but here’s what I’d tell my daughter.
Cut the crap Missy! We are going to the dentist. Period!
Listen Lilly, if someone else isn’t there to mother you, you’ve got to mother yourself. Go to the dentist. Everything will be ok and you’ll be proud that you handled this like a grown up.
Pickled potato salad is probably one of the most disgusting phrases I’ve ever heard. It actually made me gag.
Bossy Bessy is messing with you. It’s a power game. You make your potato salad any way you like it and if she complains draw her a map to a long walk off a short pier. With any luck, she’ll find herself floating in a brook full of brine and she can pickle herself.