Ok, so after months and months of fighting and unhappiness the hubby and I decided to call it quits. Albeit amidst a flurry of name calling, accusations and threats.
I had had enough and it was time to end this farce of a marriage. I told him in no uncertain terms to leave and leave immediately. I requested my house key and car key back (his car was in MY name) and he refused so unfortunately the police had to get involved. Needless to say he left that evening.
I was not sure were he was going to spend the night and frankly I did not care. I was just relieved that I was finally done with him and his foolishness.
Over the course of a couple days he contacted me to make arrangements to gather some of his belongings left behind. In that conversation I found out he moved in with our next door neighbor.
Now don’t get me wrong, I suspected something nefarious was going on between them. Call it woman’s intuition if you like. (that is for real by the way) There were always subtle hints that something was going on between them but I said nothing as I didn’t have any concrete proof of said alleged affair.
So, as I was saying, he in fact moved in with her. In her ONE BEDROOM apartment. I was LIVID. That is the height of disrespect. How could someone do something like that to another human being?
I would be forced to look out of my window daily to the sight of them traipsing in and out of their little love nest together. Can I tell you thoughts of murder quickly spread rampid. If only I could have figured out a way to do it without getting caught. Hmmmmmm…Oh well.
I had a married couple upstairs from me that saw everything that was going on. (As did every one else in the neighborhood) One day as I was sitting at home doing whatever I was doing when I heard a knock at the door. When I looked out of the peep hole I saw it was the wife from upstairs. I opened the door and greeted her with a warm smile.
She said, “We know what is going on and we just wanted you to know how sorry we are.” and handed me a vase of flowers. I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I tried to quickly get her out of my doorway before the tears that were welling up began to pour out like a tsunami.
That was a very rough time. I did manage to get my “digs” in though…
