Not the kind of guy who turns women’s heads and makes them leave their husbands, but a mid to late 20s dark haired guy, tall and slim, and was somet...mes told I looked good in jeans, so it’s not like it was totally out of the blue, just a surprise. I gave myself some time to think the situation through and covertly glanced at the woman a few times to sort of size up the situation. She was tall, long legged, dressed in tight jeans and western boots. Western boots were not common in the eastern. I said she sure is. About a half hour later he walked over to us and asked if my wife would like to do a private bachelor party in the big party room. I asked her did she want to do it she said yes. We both walked to the party room and I sat in the far back just their to make sure she was safe. The door opened and in walked the bachelor party 15 guys some young and looked like fathers of bride and groom. They introduced my wife to the groom. I took a chair and had him sit on it as then the. "Ral, I didn't mean to chase you off like that earlier. I told you when we left that we were going Christmas shopping," she said in a tone that hinted a jovial attitude she usually reserved for those she tried to impress or considered friends. I wasn't either of those.I nodded but said nothing. She apparently considered the issue settled.When everyone had had their fill and taken their dishes to the sink, Yvonne and Chloe, who had volunteered to do dishes, were shooed out to the kitchen.. No, I knew. I closed my eyes, thinking over the last Aaron-free week and could clearly understand that I'd been better off. He'd been nothing more than an unnecessary source of stress for me, and I didn't even mean that to be insulting towards him. It was simply a fact. Without having to worry about what he was thinking, or if he was going to show up, or even what I was supposed to do when I wasn't with him, I'd been able to focus on a few other things--and people. Like with Luke, or even Eddie.