Wysteria and Steriods

Lust...isn't it disgusting. Last night my family had a massive grill and chill with neighbors and friends which is always interesting. The dynamic could be easily described as several sets of unhappily marriages where in most cases the men act like frat boys and the women plagued by overspending. Leading them to be wrapping in the shallow, shopaholic narcissist creatures that much of pop-culture yearns for us to be. One of the neighbors, Anna just announced to her husband that she has had not 1 but 2 affairs on him. Both of her suitors were friends of her husband's...not just acquaintances either which just adds salt to the wounds. It was super uncomfortable to be around them because anyone knows that adultery is wrong yet I felt for her. She was suspicious of him having an affair with one of his coworkers, and he travels a ton. No excuses though, but she is the girl who didn't go to college, married "up" in life at a very young age (21), and has the lowest self-esteem on the planet. One of those girls who will never think their beautiful and the recognition comes from drinks purchased by males at a bar or any other sort of outsider attention diaplayed in her dashing honor.

Last night it was evident that the marriage limbo is in full force. He called her any name under the sun and he was doing last night in front of all of us. She is willing to work it out but is it really worth it to be a prisoner in your own home? She mentioned that when they "make love" its a complete dominating act belittling her to shreds. Who wants to feel captive in that way? I can't even imagine.

Another housewife, Joy came to our home for after dinner drinks because nobody likes her in the neighborhood they only like hanging out with her husband. She plops down without saying hello to me, my friend, or Anna as her husband diligently serves her a beer. She immediately starts pipping in about how she lost her job and then the competition fought for her so hard blah blah. Now she has a set up where she works at home and life is just fucking peachy. Thank you bitch bc I just lost my job and I've now slammed 3 beers as you carried on with your success story smother session in our faces.

She went on the say she had to take ulcer meds for a while because life was so stressful...or maybe its the bottle or two of wine you slap down after a hard day event planning? I finally ask, "You're in good health now thought right?" She ignores me.

WTF LADY! You're in my family's house and you're going to ignore me? So rude coming out of a 50 year old leathery pile of washed up sorostitute has-been days.

She goes on to say that her twin girls (whom I adore) will be going on to private school next fall for their first year in high school. The mother mentions that while at a hair appointment the stylist said that the private school girls were always the most fun. Tons of money and always breaking the rules bc they had been raised so strictly. Joy proceeds to say, "Not my daughters!" Yeah right lady. Keep them under a magnifying glass and they'll come out rebellious hookers from going insane due to your constant surveillance.

Why do we pretend to be nice? Isn't life too short? I can't stand living at home because I never know who is friends week-to-week. Again, this is just the tip of the iceburg but I'm willing to bet my neighborhood aka Wysteria on 'roids could give those Desperate Housewives a run for their picket fence money.