Jenny: When are you guys going to get married?
Me: Divorce isn’t final.
Jenny: So you aren’t even married – you don’t even have a date set – and you are going to his mom and dad’s with him for Christmas?
Me: Yeah, I know. I’m an idiot.
Jenny: He better be worth it.
Me: He is. He said he would go alone. I feel sorry for him having to be around them. At least if I am there, he has a friendly face. They have just been so awful. After the email where they told him he was a bad son, he woke up the next morning and his first words were, “Why are they so mean to me?”
Jenny: What? You share a bed with him?
Me: I know. I am a hypocrite.
Jenny: They are mean. That is horrible.
Jenny: Yeah, my boyfriends’ parents have always been nice, too.
Me: So I can suck it up for a week to make it easier for Primo.
Jenny: Plus you can get more material.
Me: Exactly. It’s not fun for me to be around them, but I am fascinated at how awful they are.
Jenny: Should I send you some Xanax? 
 I think that’s illegal but I don’t care.