Dumpster Flyers
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- Jun 21, 2006
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I've been wife-free for 2 years now, and I'm having a hard time. It all went downhill after I lost my job at Nabisco and was unemployed for a few months. I landed on my feet, but the damage was done. In her eyes, I'm an unreliable loser who she can't count on as a provider. Soon I discovered she's been texting her boss in secret. Nothing perverted, but... personal. That might be worse. I was no longer someone she could confide in or lean on for support. I mean, how can I be that person if I don't have my own **** together? Maybe I should have seen it coming. Maybe we've been out of love a while, but I was to self centered to pay attention. Anyway, that's neither here nor there, as they say.
Long story short, she's with her boss now (except he's not her boss anymore, because she doesn't have to work now). I know she **** talks about me in front of my daughter, because she barely looks me in the eyes anymore and makes snide remarks about my bachelor lifestyle, which she knows nothing about. For sure those aren't her words coming out of her mouth.
It's like I'm in that movie Groundhog Day, except every one of those identical days is somehow longer than the last. I go to bed early every night, praying to God I'll get 10+ hours of sleep so I can spend less time with my emotions. Funny story... this one time, I tried hanging myself with a belt, but I've gotten so fat that my belt got stretched to its limits and snapped right in half. That was the first time I laughed in months. And get this... I put off buying a new belt for weeks because I just felt too darn tired all the time to go to the store, until one day my supervisor called me into his office and told me there have been complaints about my pants falling down.
Anywho... that's enough blabbering from me!
How about you fellas?
Long story short, she's with her boss now (except he's not her boss anymore, because she doesn't have to work now). I know she **** talks about me in front of my daughter, because she barely looks me in the eyes anymore and makes snide remarks about my bachelor lifestyle, which she knows nothing about. For sure those aren't her words coming out of her mouth.
It's like I'm in that movie Groundhog Day, except every one of those identical days is somehow longer than the last. I go to bed early every night, praying to God I'll get 10+ hours of sleep so I can spend less time with my emotions. Funny story... this one time, I tried hanging myself with a belt, but I've gotten so fat that my belt got stretched to its limits and snapped right in half. That was the first time I laughed in months. And get this... I put off buying a new belt for weeks because I just felt too darn tired all the time to go to the store, until one day my supervisor called me into his office and told me there have been complaints about my pants falling down.
Anywho... that's enough blabbering from me!
How about you fellas?