Oh Christmas Tree

I had six days left to be bitter, and I plan on going out with a bang. I spent the last year being an extremely angry woman and rightly so. I don't know too many women -- or men -- who would have been able to stomach the turmoil that I've gone through without harboring resentment, fury and downright disgust.

I'd made a promise to myself that 2008 would be about new beginnings. I'll try and put the past to bed, as much as I can. But in the meantime, I still need to get it out of my system. J-Fed dropped the ultimate bomb when he screwed me on Christmas for the second year in a row. As I tried to fall asleep that evening, I thought of what I could do to exact some sort of revenge in a legal and ethical fashion. I'm pretty certain I was already on the ex-wife watchlist, ever since someone egged T.O.W.'s (the other woman's) car.

Anyways, nothing came to me until one morning last week.

I went to let the dog out and that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was sheer brilliance. You see, ever since J-Fed moved out there's this tree that's been a source of discourse between us. About five years ago, he was supposed to bring home a lush Christmas tree. He took the money and came home with some twig out of Charlie Brown's Christmas special. It looked like it was on its last leg. He seemed to believe it was very Martha Stewartish as he hung fishing lures on it and stuck it in the corner, which is exactly where I would have like to put him.

After Christmas, he planted the tree in honor of our daughter. Six years later she's never looked twice at it and relates to it as much as she would, say, Calculus. She has no attachment to the tree. As for J-Fed, that's a different story. Shortly after he moved out into his apartment, I needed the fence repaired. In true J-Fed fashion he had planted it right next to the fence giving it little room to flourish and bloom, not to mention a helluva feat trying to repair the fence, which had been leaning over since the hurricane two years ago. One would think he might have gotten to work on it, but my guess is he was too busy working on the other woman all that time. 
 
Regardless, it's been a half-dead eyesore ever since. Needless to say, the fence repair guys started to uproot it with the same thought in mind.