Mr Kumi has a friend of about 12 years (I mean they've known each other 12 years, not that he's 12.) Friend has a big house and likes to have people over for dinner (I am envious, because I live in a tiny tiny house with a sofa for three and a table for four, and a family of four, so dinner parties aren't really an option for us until we move. Put 5 adults in our living room and people start to feel a lack of oxygen.)
So yeah, dinner parties, couples, barbecues where all the friends and the kids go play in their big garden. Which is nice. Normal.
Thing is, he always invites Mr Kumi. And Mr Kumi goes and has a nice time, sitting at Friend's table, with Friend's wife, and Friend's kids (same age and gender as ours) or, indeed, other kids, when it's a big invite-all-we-know barbecue.
I am never invited and never go. I've only met Friend once, in passing, about ten years ago. So he exists. They work together now. It's all very pleasant, for Mr Kumi. The kids have never met either, though I often muse about how nice it would be, children having a playdate. Isn't it nice you have a friend with same-age-same-gender kids, hint hint? Nothing.
But part of me wants to have that nice grown-up life where you go to another couple's for dinner, and then reciprocate (even if we get a bit dizzy in the tiny room), and hey, your kids play together too. A bit like I read on MN.
But then I think, no, I'm being a bitch, if I'm not invited I'm not invited and I should just suck it up and get on with the housework. Or put a bag on my head, I don't know.
He goes out for drinks and socialises, so it's not like he's kept in a kennel at home and this is his one chance to see the sunshine. I appreciate he clearly wants his own social life.
But just once would be nice. Even if just for the kid's sake. We don't know anybody else with kids and haven't been able to arrange playdates with school-parents yet.
AIBU?