Before the breaking of the new millennia in Normal entries

Late 95 early 96 things were not looking good for my fiancé at the time and myself. To stay on point I’ll just leave it there, though the story is unusual and sad. She was finishing up a degree in technical writing (I wrote a lot of her papers, not complaining or boasting, I did warn her though that in the real she’d actually have to know how to do it herself. A rare instance in which I was mistaken by a rare lack of cynicism.). She made a friend a school, a married friend so we became couple friends.
Sometime before the fiancé and I broke up these friends had a marital crisis, I don’t remember the nature of it, but I took the guy out for drinks so he could vent, it was a favor to … everyone. They were two very different people and a case could have been made for what they had in common was trying to shock people with being interracial. Portland was a hard town to shock anyone in.
So he got sloppy drunk and in between rants about her wide ass and what a catch he’d be on the open market there was a lot of I love you man. Oh, and he thought the waitress was flirting with him, then he got jealous when she whispered to me. She whispered first “You’re driving, right?” and second “If you can’t keep him quiet y’all need to go.”The ride home was peppered with I love you man and you stole my next bitch, bitch. I spent the night making a case for the marriage, how and why I don’t remember except these were my friends. Or they were for a few more weeks.
They took the soon to be ex fiancé in to their apartment the moment she was an ex (sort of, at the time we considered what it would take for reconciliation. Never happened, the trying or the doing.). Did I get a drunk rant from dude? Hell no, I got ‘It’d be best if you didn’t try to contact me or anyone else’. If I’m in dire need of resentment I pull up that memory. Wait, pulled. It’s been a long time since I thought of it. Oh, later she went to Seattle to live with another ‘couples’ set of friends, to be fair, they were her friends long before I met them, and got a job with Microsoft (which apparently hires based on the degrees your ex wrote for you).
A few years back I saw her on facebook and friended her because 1) why not and 2) the complicated stuff between wasn’t really either of our fault or, for that matter, either of the other couples — my resentment was for not getting my drunken buddy rant.).
Today is her birthday. So I wished her a happy birthday. I noticed that none of the other couples were still married, the waitress imaginer actually had his interests listed as women. Seattle isn’t shocked by interracial marriage, interracial gay marriage or probably inter species gay marriage. I discovered I had more pity than anger. I figured writing this would bury whatever old residual anger I had. It seems to have no effect; there’s nothing to effect.
Shit I finished this a half an hour ago, got distracted. I guess there is one more thing. When I met this guy, husband of school buddy of fiancé, we actually hit it off, he was an actual friend of mine, especially considering how disconnected we were from our respective mates. I was on disability from CSD and writing a novel. He was selling cars and in a bad career move took a salesmanager position. Within two months he’d been let go and was writing music and I’d taken a sales job with Circuit City. The last civil conversation we had was him pointing out how I’d gone from creative to high pressure sales and he’d gone the opposite direction. What I remember thinking the most was how shitty my novel was and how shitty his music was. My novel was under-produced and his music was over produced, but at the core neither was any good. There’s usually something good and nostalgic to hang on to after the end of a romantic relationship, the end of a friendship by any means other than inertia, in my experience, is often bitter.