One thing I can say for myself -- this time, I didn't take the bait. Last week, my head started spinning around, and I nearly fell off my Gucci heels when Sonja went after my husband. This time, I tried to do a little better. Did I succeed? You be the judge.
Obviously something had to happen -– she and I see each other constantly and newsflash we like each other! I have a lot more fun with Sonja than I do with other women who either take themselves way too seriously or backstab. . .so I didn't want to let this relationship sour over one -- okay, two –- moments of temporary insanity.
I invited Sonja for lunch and we got right down to it. I think I knew she would never see things from my perspective, and rather than forcing that, I suggested we drop it. She brought up Simon again, and her attitude regarding the proper behavior of husbands seemed a little old fashioned. Respect is earned, not automatic, and chivalry, while not dead, should not be blind. Enough, basta, finito…no more! We agreed to drop it and move on, and I,m happy to say we have done that. At Ramona's charity fashion show it was the first time Sonja and Simon had seen each other since my art party blowup with her, so there needed to be some kind of an acknowledgment for Simon, too. Although the group hug might have been a little awkward, it patched things up and everyone let it go because life is too short.