Breakdown

By Kiki,  Should I Divorce Him?

Seeing him made me see red, but seeing T.O.W. in the back of his truck with the two girls children made me go absolutely ape shit. Think Angela Bassett in Waiting To Exhale when she sets her soon-to-be ex-husband's wardrobe on fire, along with his car, in a fit of anger. Like deer caught in headlights, everybody inhaled and so came the moment we'd all been waiting for...

"Why didn't you answer the phone when I called to speak to daughter?" I seethed.

The bigger picture was the fact that T.O.W. was nicely wedged between my two kids, which led to my major meltdown.

"This is priceless. You people are incredible," I raged.

There was a good chance my head was going to pop off I was so angry. It was as if I was watching the family that I'd known for the last nine years ripped right out from underneath me. It was a Kodak moment. Whether she had anything to do with the final demise of my marriage or not was irrevelant. She was there now and the picture looked all too clear.

There's an old saying -- walks like a duck, talks like a duck, must be a duck.

Over the years and especially the last few months, J-Fed had always called me spineless, assuming that everything I said I would never to say to T.O.W.'s face. Apparently, he didn't know his ex-wife that well. And that's when we all decided it would be best if T.O.W. got out of the car.

Then J-Fed uttered possibly the most comedic line ever -- "Nobody touches anybody," he demanded. What were we? Ultimate Fighting champions. Did he expect us to start doing headlocks and throwing punches? I was angry. But that didn't suddenly make me Tito Ortiz.