” Partner from work, we’ll call him Vic, always talks about “his chick”. “My chick this, my chick that blah blah blah”. He’s a cool enough dude, so he gets a family invite along with several others for my kids’ birthday party.

He shows up with “his chick.” Beautiful girl, very sweet, her and my (now ex) hit it off. They spend all afternoon hanging, everything is awesome.

Christmastime party rolls around, my SO says “Don’t forget Vic and his chick.” At work I remind Vic Party is Saturday at 8. Saturday rolls around, and Vic shows up with a beautiful girl. It’s been a few months, a little egg nog, and anyway she looks different. Whatever, it’s his chick and I immediately don’t want to be embarrassed by forgetting her name. I call over my SO and say something like “Look who’s here” or “Look who it is” smiling like an idiot. SO looks at me like I grew antlers and I can see she’s confused. I’m used to this because I’m an idiot and do stupid things hourly.

SO finally says “Vic, is your chick coming?” The strange lady who has never been to my house begins crying as if I pepper sprayed her and shouts “You brought that bitch here too!?” and unleashes a flurry of insults that would make R. Lee Ermey blush before walking back out the door to their car. I never saw her again.

Turns out this nice lady was his wife, but the lady who brought my kid a gift and spent the day planning daycare schedules with my wife was his girlfriend. The girlfriend was no secret, but it was a ‘one-time-thing’ he seemingly got a pass on. Christmas party was awesome after that.” – fukkinmike