Bitter Irony

Blast From the Past 58

July 2014

I told him yesterday that once I get out there I’m not leaving. It seemed to scare him a bit. He was wondering if I was still contemplating leaving. A year later? Probably not. Not unless I find out you’re fucking around with your whore. I suppose I don’t want to think he could be so good at acting like he’s madly in love when in reality he and Harley have this whole thing planned out perfectly. If this has been a ruse they’re both going to be quite unpleasantly surprised. I will take everything and what I can’t take I will destroy. There will be no mercy. There will be no thinking of the children. It will be an all out, take no prisoners, burn everything to the ground, war. It will be a nuclear bomb going off.

Present Day Sam Says: Ha! He lasted out there less than 2 years! The kids and I moved just after the 2 year mark. So much for, “Once I get out there I’m not leaving!” Turns out once they discard you you don’t have much of a choice.

On the bright side, he can’t say I didn’t warn him that divorcing me wouldn’t be pleasant. It’s right there in black and white.

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