Some people are obnoxious and ridiculously self-absorbed. Tonight I had dinner with two of them. They talked and talked and talked and talked and talked about themselves and their children and their children's jobs and then their grandchildren and how they were conceived, which was hard because their son is gay and married to a man. We had to hear every detail about the conception and the egg donors and the two surrogate mothers, and one of the fathers is the father of one child and the other is the father of the other one but they are still twins, etc., ad infinitum. ad nauseam, and then came the pictures. So many pictures.
People with grandchildren are the worst. They think people are interested, but nobody is.
Not one question was put to me. Not one shred of interest was directed at me or my husband or my husband's brother, who they know suffered a traumatic brain injury years ago.
Then it was over. Thank god. At least the food was good.
Note to self: Never go out again.
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