When my wife used to come home talking about her friends, workplace drama, or random gossip, I’d mostly just sit there pretending to follow along. I knew people’s names vaguely, but honestly none of it really registered in my brain. It was basically just soundtrack noise while I nodded supportively.
At some point, though, something changed.
Now the second she mentions someone’s name, I already know the entire backstory. I remember who stopped talking to who, which friend secretly dated another friend’s ex, and the argument that somehow started over a group dinner three months ago.
The worst part is I’ve become emotionally invested in situations involving people I’ve never even met.
Earlier today she casually mentioned one of her friends, and before she could continue I interrupted with, “Wait, did she ever find out about what Jessica said?”
She just stared at me for a second before laughing because apparently I now know the lore better than she does.
I genuinely don’t know when I crossed over from “supportive husband pretending to listen” to “fully dedicated viewer keeping up with every subplot,” but here we are.
