The end of an era…

My Sunday D&D game has been canceled.  The DM says it’s postponed indefinitely, but I know him and that means we’re not going to start it up again.  There was some drama with one of the members – she was picking on his wife, who is another player, and she should have known her behavior wasn’t kosher but she wouldn’t let up.  So we ended up having a big discussion Saturday night about whether to call her out on her behavior of just kick her out of the group, and I guess he just decided it would be simpler to call off the game altogether.  It was a really awesome game for a while, but to be honest it had lost some of its mojo recently, and a little part of me is relieved to have Sunday afternoons to myself again.

But another part of me is really sad.  For almost a year, I spent every Sunday sitting around a table with these people, and I don’t know how often I’ll get to see them now – and that makes me sad.  I’m also a little angry, because we’d talked about how to handle the situation and then a completely different decision was made, but there’s really no point getting angry (or expressing that anger, as I always seem to overdo it when I get mad), so I’m trying to let that go.  

Mostly I’m sad, because it feels like I’m on the verge of losing some important friendships – and on a more shallow level, DH just bought a new motorcycle and I was looking forward to driving it to their house on Sundays.  

I’ll get over it, and there’s certainly plenty of other stuff going on in my life to preoccupy and distract me, but there’s a bit of melancholy in the air this week.