No Brain, No Heart, No Courage, No Clue

By Kiki,  Should I Divorce Him?

Dorothy didn't know what she was talking about when she said there's no place like home.

Obviously, she never lived two doors down from her ex-husband's other woman (T.O.W.). If she had, she likely would have stayed in Oz with the lion, the scarecrow and the tin man. Actually, maybe she wouldn't have. I too had lived with someone with no brain, no courage, no heart and needless to say, it was no fun.

And we're not even talking about the wicked witch of the west yet... That was a whole nother bag.

J-Fed did have a point. I needed to move on with my life. It was just difficult given the proximity of how close he was these days. We're talking two houses away. There was a big world out there, yet he couldn't have been any nearer unless he was under his old roof. The only Godsend at this point was that he wasn't "living" there... yet. But I knew it was only a matter of time.

Of course, J-Fed couldn't understand my hostility. He'd told me once, twice, one thousand times that nothing was going on between him and T.O.W.. And while a little voice in my head wanted to believe him, the big voice in my head said "Kiki, you're crazier than a shithouse rat if you think that's true. And if you do believe that, then drink some of this Mona Vie and you'll be smarter, richer and prettier by tomorrow."

I guess I was still used to giving him the benefit of the doubt. Apparently, it was a hard habit to break. 

After our heated exchange about him doing the other woman's yard work, I was fuming. In fact, I probably could have given Linda Blair a run for her money. My head was practically spinning on this one. Words were exchanged between J-Fed and I. Lots of them. The contents of a glass of water were thrown from me, at him. He called me crazy. I called him insensitive. He called me a bitch. I called him a loser.