Play With Fire & You're Bound To Get Burned

Kuku and I did it this time. This is no joke. What you are about to read is 100% true and I’ve got the pictures to prove it. It was about 5 p.m. in the evening and we trying to get the kids settled down. She handed me the mail and I set J-Fed’s pile aside. Then I noticed a T-Mobile bill with my name on it. For the last two years, J-Fed’s cell phone bill had been in my name up until recently.

Kuku and I exchanged glances, and her eyes screamed don’t do it. Mail tampering is a felony, Kiki. I could see her mouth moving, but the words just didn’t seem to be coming. In all honestly, I NEEDED to open that envelope, not because I wanted to see who the Fedster had been calling but because I realized it was likely a final notice and the documentation listing the change in ownership. I had to file that away in case anyone ever tried to hold me accountable for the phone account.

I ripped it open and searched for documentation but it wasn’t there. What was there was a slew of calls to and from his random “girl” friends. Of course, I recognized many of the numbers including someone we’ll just call “number one.” That’s J-Fed best friend and they’ve been pals through thick and thin. Yep, friends til the end. They give each other a shoulder to cry on, and are sickeningly loyal to each other. How do I know this? Because when there was ever any dispute between her and I, J-Fed always came to her rescue, always took her side. Number One = Good; Kiki = Evil. It always boiled down to what was best for Number One. After the last year and a half, I’m guessing I was like number 75 or somewhere WAY down on the list.