I loved his family and never felt like any ill feelings about any of them, so I didn’t think I was being inappropriate at all by staying for a few more drinks. I started to sober up and my discomfort turned into straight disgust, and I literally felt insulted that he would even entertain the idea of me sleeping with him. Not only did he live right next door from me, but the whole block knew one another so well, so there was no way either of us would have gotten away with that if I was that scummy of a person to consciously sleep with a married man. I couldn’t even smoke a joint without the whole block knowing. Every time I saw them together after that I would complement his wife out loud as a gesture to basically say “I got her back” and any time I ran into him and she wasn’t around it was awkward cause I could never trust to be around him alone. The immediate problem was that my job paid weekly with a week delay, meaning the first time I’d get paid was a couple of weeks away.