Mutti Chronicles

His car was parked at her house again all day. Of course it was. They’ll both be free soon. So they can dance and sing all day. Ok. I’m beginning to sound like a bitch. Not meaning to. But I must vent somewhere.

But I still don’t want a divorce.

I guess they’re playing house at her place today. It was on the way home from work so I drove by. His car was there, of course. She’s his best friend isn’t she?

He can’t look at me or talk to me? He left the funeral 5 minutes after I got there. No of course he can’t look at me. If he does he might realize that there might be something still there. He can only think about her. Obviously 34 years means nothing. He can’t send me a note to see if I’m ok? No of course not.

Let’s review again. Eight weeks ago he loved me. There was nothing going on with her. They were just jogging partners. Now they’re in love just eight weeks later. And now I’m in the middle of a divorce. And so is she. And now he has taken the money out of the savings account without telling me. To pay the taxes which he is probably supposed to be paying anyway. A note would be nice. But no. F***ing, lying,  A*****e.

Must be a good feeling to know you caused 2 divorces.

Well he could have had everything. House with no mortgage. Military retirement pay. 401K, retirement.  Now he’ll have to give me half. But he has her. I hope she’s worth it.

Well I was feeling better. Until I find her car parked in the driveway of my former house. What, he can’t wait til the final divorce?

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