Fretting over my own self...

So, I normally don't post real life crap, but I decided to just go ahead and write it all out. Perhaps someone out there would be able to add some insight into the whole thing.

To recap:

I help coach a fastpitch girls softball team (the girls are 16 and under) and we travel to different states. Well at the end of July we were down in Florida for a week and I ended up staying in the house with the head coach (whom I have grown to dislike immensely) and the President of the Breeze organization and his daughter (one of our pitchers).

The week itself was awesome. The girls did amazing - they came in 7th out of 42 teams, in a National tournament no less - so amazing. And even more awesome was that I got to meet avamclean. Even though I was a horrible host and made her come find me in the dark at some remote softball complex - she did, and for that she is made of awesome.

But back to the whole issue at hand. Jeff (the President of the Breeze and one of the parents) and I ended up spending a lot of time together - since we were living together. And while he isn't that bad a guy - he is married (unhappily), with four kids, and a life. So when we came back to Maryland - and the land of normal - he continued to stay in touch.

We've gone out to lunch during the week - as friends. And last week we ended up going to get coffee this past Sunday evening - at a Dennys, again a public place and as friends. But when I get back from dinner he sends me a text message to let me know that 'he doesn't tell people that we go out' and 'if anyone asks to tell they we're working on Breeze stuff'.

Okay - that sent off warning bells. And suddenly I had this whole - 'I'm a naive, dumb 25 year old that's accidentally stumbling into an affair with a married man' freakout. Yeah, weird, right?

The following night (Monday night) he and his wife are driving back from somewhere with two of his kids in the car. Apparently they get into an argument and Jeff tells his wife to pull over and he'll out because he is the cause of all her problems. Well she then proceeds to dump him out of the car and he ends up at a bar like twenty/thirty minutes from home. And, of course, rather than letting his oldest daughter come pick him up, he calls me. And me, being the nice - stupidly nice - soul that I am, tell him of course I'd come get him and drive an hour out of my way - sure.

So Tuesday I get flowers delivered to my work. With a note thanking me for picking him up and for putting up with him. Apparently he also sent flowers to his wife, saying he was sorry, and she threw them away. *snicker*.

I'm just thrown by the whole situation. It is awkward and starting to make me uncomfortable, but I'm not sure what - if anything - to do.

The flowers did go to a good cause though. Yesterday was my Mom's 56th birthday, so I recycled the flowers. She'll never be any the wiser.

I hate being an adult and getting into adult situations...

/rant