And speaking of swine…

I just got a call from my wife at noon – that would be at night, her time in Warsaw.

She just spent the day with an old friend from high school, Klaudyna: sweet, very intelligent, artistic, raven-haired (somewhat unusual for Poles), very pretty (not at all unusual for Poles.)

One of the things that convinced me my lady and I were compatible for the long run, in spite of obstacles like a generation’s difference in age (I’m her mother’s age – and mother-in-law is a stone fox by the way), was her friends.

I know more than many, that hormones can warp your judgement about True Love and compatibility. But my lady had a group of friends she’d known for a long time who were just super. The fact that they thought I was super cool, and we together were the hippest couple in town just confirmed my judgement of their good judgement.

When we had our first kid, they were all really happy for us. I think the first sound our son heard in the womb was the scream of delight from our friend Kasia, the first friend my lady told about her pregnancy. But of course, she and they drifted a bit apart afterwards. It’s not that the friendships cooled, they didn’t. It’s that married people with kids keep different schedules than singles and couples without kids.

So it was with some delight we heard that Klaudyna had been courted, very romantically, by an older man. My lady met him on her last visit to her family in Poland, and thought he was great too.

When Claudina had a baby girl we were ecstatic. And Klaudyna told my lady how close she felt to her, now they were both mothers.

My lady called to tell me the sod had dumped her.

I’m livid.

The bastard was “thinking things over” for a couple of months, then told her he’d fallen in love with another woman.

Oh, and he thinks she’s a wonderful mother but he’s not going to be tied down by a baby.

He promised to support her – until her maternity leave is up. He made some vague noises about supporting the baby.

Wanna start a betting pool about how long that’s going to last?

You godrotting sod. You left a wonderful girl in the lurch with a beautiful baby.

DON’T YOU KNOW MAKING A BABY HAS RESPONSIBILITIES?

If you just had to get you some strange, did you have to pay for it with your honor?

And to you, unknown lady who won his heart, someday maybe you’ll learn that a woman who gets a man who abandons the mother of his children, gets a man who abandons the mother of his children.