Cry Me A River

"I can't believe you're doing this to me!" J-Fed shrieked.

The way the words came out of his mouth, one might have thought that I'd skinned his cat, or the other woman (T.O.W.) at the very least. He was livid, irate, angrier than I'd seen him years. As his truck peeled away from the front of my house, the clouds of smoke remained.

So you're probably wondering what exactly it was that Kiki did to make J-Fed so incredibly mad. Well, it went a something like this. It was Saturday afternoon and Mr. Ex had volunteered to help me with some things around my house -- the basics. The baby's crib needed to be repaired. Daughter's pet fish needed to be revived after living in poop-filled water for three weeks. I would have done that one myself, but the last time I tried, Delilah turned this odd shade of white and being that he's a purple fish, I'm guessing that wasn't a good thing.

Having had his own share of experience with pet fish, Mr. Ex knew exactly how to get the job done. So we knocked out a few things around the house. Sooner than I realized, it was time for the Fedster to pick up the kids. I got them ready and put their bags out by the front door. I didn't see any reason at all that Mr. Ex should have to leave just because the Fedster was coming to pick up the kids. Now, I wasn't out to start trouble, but at the same time, I didn't feel it was my obligation to use kid gloves with J-Fed.

we were big boys and girls... and our divorce had almost been final a year.

Since Mr. Ex was inside and J-Fed would be outside, I really didn't see a problem with the whole thing. It wasn't like Mr. Ex and I were out there performing tantric sex on the front lawn for J-Fed to witness. I'd never do a thing like that. After all, then J-Fed would realize what he had been missing out on all those years, giving him even more reason to be pissed.