Driving up the mountain last night the sky was the color of blood orange, a strange combination of a low clouds and lights surrounding the concrete plant along the river front. Eerie, seductive and an omen for impending rain. This morning the clouds (fog?) was so thick I couldn’t see my neighbor’s house across the street. Visibility maybe a hundred feet.

I don’t like not being able to see what’s ahead.

So there is this relationship of the Better Half’s, a premarital relationship. I was brought in by proxy of my marriage, but I don’t regard it as any more significant than a polite acquaintanceship on my part. After a decade,I know them like one would know friends, but I don’t trust them as I trust my friends. There is a smearing, pettiness and provocation I do not wish to be associated with. The she of the pair is a skilled manipulator, not someone to trust. Ever.

I’ve continued this passive acquaintanceship for the benefit of my spouse. It was easier to be tolerant, when they (mostly she) remained non-confrontational. Things have shifted.

I’ve only been around them on three times in the last six months, and each time the female attempted to provoke me in a social setting. A viewing. A funeral. And a wedding. Last straw.

After the wedding incident, I told the Better Half he should continue his relationship as he saw fit, but my participation was over. I would not voluntarily subject myself to an antagonistic relationship. I offered to call and end it, but he promised he would handle it.

He didn’t. Avoidance. I can’t say I blame him. She will twist every detail into a knot and feign ignorance at every turn, as she will likely discuss it with his kids and his ex. Lose lose. I refuse to be held in a relationship when extortion is the only binding agent.

Now, she is calling. I refuse to answer the phone. As does he. She will not take a hint and give up, so I am left to wonder how this will end.