2012: the bullet I did not dodge
In 2012 my wife met some guy in Arizona and left me. I think the guy was as shocked as I was. I have no idea what happened but I do know my wife was in Denver 8 days later broke and in tears.
Then my dad died. That's another story.
Four months after that my wife showed up again, unwilling to share a detail about her fun adventures. She came back with one of our cats who died the day after her return.
I posit the concept that my wife is a toxic psychopath. If you disagree, it's because you accepted this vicious inhumane behavior and endorsed it. You are complicit.
I took my wife back, dead cat and dead father and all. We lasted another ten years.
Until the same thing happened—disappeared for a lover (this time a dominatrix from Montreal who told her she was a natural at licking pussy). 2022– our other cat died a month after my now ex-wife came back again. I know the lover's name and gender this time—my wife is learning disclosure as she approaches 60! Caroline dumped my ex in 2 months.
The good news: Mina is off wrecking other people's lives now. I am finally free to grieve my two dead cats, my dead father who I respected deeply, my complete loss of vitality and mental health…and the final demise of my sick demented marriage.
I didn't dodge the first two bullets in 2012 and 2022. I died both times. But cats have nine lives so I've borrowed one from each of my lost pets.
And now I have Ceci. My ex will never come near her. Nor me. Vermin can't come in the door. Dead men don't care who they destroy. We have nothing left to lose except our beautiful pets who lead us in all the important ways. .
Then my dad died. That's another story.
Four months after that my wife showed up again, unwilling to share a detail about her fun adventures. She came back with one of our cats who died the day after her return.
I posit the concept that my wife is a toxic psychopath. If you disagree, it's because you accepted this vicious inhumane behavior and endorsed it. You are complicit.
I took my wife back, dead cat and dead father and all. We lasted another ten years.
Until the same thing happened—disappeared for a lover (this time a dominatrix from Montreal who told her she was a natural at licking pussy). 2022– our other cat died a month after my now ex-wife came back again. I know the lover's name and gender this time—my wife is learning disclosure as she approaches 60! Caroline dumped my ex in 2 months.
The good news: Mina is off wrecking other people's lives now. I am finally free to grieve my two dead cats, my dead father who I respected deeply, my complete loss of vitality and mental health…and the final demise of my sick demented marriage.
I didn't dodge the first two bullets in 2012 and 2022. I died both times. But cats have nine lives so I've borrowed one from each of my lost pets.
And now I have Ceci. My ex will never come near her. Nor me. Vermin can't come in the door. Dead men don't care who they destroy. We have nothing left to lose except our beautiful pets who lead us in all the important ways. .
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