Ann ended up going to her wedding this past weekend solo. She sent me a couple texts and photos, and it seems like she had a nice time. Without DH (that's DickHead).

However, she's been different since coming back to work on Monday. All day yesterday and today, she's been avoiding me like the plague. She knows I don't like Hottie or the way he "parents." I don't like the situation she's in, for her sake and especially for her son's. And she knows I'll speak honestly when she asks for my advice. Before this weekend, I really thought she was coming to her senses and heading for Splitsville. The last couple days, when I overhear her talking (she's two doors down from me at work, she's loud, and the walls are paper thin), she's all, "nobody's perfect," and "if you love someone you accept the whole package" and all that BS. I was really hoping to save her from this fate. BUT...she's 40, she's SO in love, and she's "never been a quitter."

Instead of hearing the truth, she's choosing to hang out with another co-worker of ours who's the kind of person who agrees with everything anyone says, who's never been in a step situation and has absolutely NO idea what a nightmare it can be, especially with two parents who don't parent and a mentally ill child who's not even in her teens yet. I like this co-worker, but she's one of those uber sweet "it'll all work out," "just love them" kind of people who believes in fairy tales. She's feeding Ann everything she wants to hear.

So, I'm done with the drama. If she doesn't want to hear the truth, take out the rose-colored contacts and take the advice that SHE HAS ASKED ME FOR, I'm done with it. She can move in with the fool and his troubled child, get married, and raise two kids that aren't hers while Mary tortures her own kid and flings abuse allegations left and right.

Have fun with that, Ann. Don't say I didn't warn you, and don't come crying to me when it all goes to shit.