And so it goes.
When H and I first split up, my neighbors across the street went out of their way to be nice to me. We both had girls about the same age and they spent a lot of time playing together. As they got older, they played in the same sports leagues went to the same schools and so on. I ran into my former neighbors on a fairly regular basis. They always made a point of coming up to me and saying hello, making small talk, etc.
At some point that changed. I noted the change and thought it strange, but didn't think much of it. I figured they were busy with their own lives and just didn't have time for someone on the periphery or something along those lines. However, sometime after the change I was talking with my girls and telling them they should be judicious when choosing with whom to share the information that their father is gay. My oldest informed me that she had already told a couple of her friends, among them the daughter of my former neighbors. Suddenly things started making sense.
It happened again tonight. I was down in AF for a band concert. Afterward I was standing with H and the kids when who should walk up, but the wife. Of course she was very friendly with H, cooing over H's new baby, yatta yatta yatta. I was completely ignored. Not only did she not speak to me, she did not even look at me or in any other way even acknowledge my presence.
Everyone has their limits. Still. I wanted to believe they were better people than that.