She's Come Undone

By KiKi, Should I Divorce Him?

Under the most extreme conditions, humans supposedly have a super-natural threshhold for pain. They can endure being empaled by a stake and yet still survive the physical and emotional anguish in order to survive. While I believe this to be true, everybody has their limits. And I'm no different.

Yet recent events have caused it all to come crumbling down, much like humpty dumpty after he had that great fall. I must preface it by saying the stars must have been in alignment for this catasrophe to occur. A shift in the balance of the universe -- more specifically an imbalance in my hormones (a whole nother story) -- have put me under a great deal of duress.

So one can only imagine my response when I was pulling into my neighborhood, only to see my ex-husband doing yard work with the other woman and her two children. Flashes of light surrounded me, bile rose into my throat and my heart pounded like a drum. Imagine being a woman who had to practically beg her husband to do even the smallest things, to bribe him with free days just to have a nursery set up or some lights installed. Picture hearing countless times how he was too busy or too tired to do the yard, requiring said woman to hire a lawn service.

Granted, he did do most of the manual labor in renovating the house house, although I paid for the majority of it out of my stocks. But when it came to the day to day, it was like pulling teeth. Fact of the matter was that he didn't want to be bothered. Apparently, that was no longer an issue.

Now, envision the type of anger one would feel upon seeing said man working like a dog in the heat to help his new woman clean up her yard with her children. I don't give a shit how good of a human being you are or how much self control you have, there's a friggin line in this life and while it had been crossed a long time ago, this was the icing on the cake.