ron

I met Ron a long time ago.

We worked on the same construction crew. I was foreman, Ron was the guy with the good eye and the strong back. We became good friends.

Years passed and we kept in touch. His mother in law had inherited a valuable painting. She was going to sell the painting and do some noble job for mankind. She borrowed money based on the value of the painting and proceeded with a video production company.

I was asked to be the director.

But mom was very unstable. In time Ron and wife divorced. She needed some money for something and Ron's father loaned her several thousand dollars which was used to enhance her figure. Dad was not amused.

Ron, after numerable attempts at reconciliation with his ex wife had met a lady and wanted to marry. He asked me if I would stand up in the wedding. A good friend said he would take pictures as a favor to me (friend was a professional photographer). Ron's mother refused to come to the wedding and spent the day locked in her room. She had hoped Ron and his X could get back together and she would accept no other option.

When we moved to Washington State from Texas, Ron and his new wife were living in the same town. He invited us over for a meal. Sounded good, so we went. He met us at the door, saying his new wife (it had been several years), would not come out of her room, that she did not want to meet us and that she had destroyed all of the pictures my friend had taken at their wedding. “She hated those pictures your friend took.”

I never saw him again.

He did tell me that his mother-in-law had destroyed the painting that was so valuable. It was a nude by someone that was supposed to be famous. I never saw the painting, nor did they share any information, but the fact that it was a nude was bad to her.

She blamed the painting for all the problems in her life.

Interesting logic.