For those who've muddled through my previous entries, you're aware of how my ex-wife is the gift that gave and has kept on giving. From the manipulation, to the throwing of the ham, to the hell she put me through in our divorce, marrying hubby number four, and the piece de resistance, becoming a wedding officiant. I thought that she was done, hoped she was done because I genuinely hold no ill will toward her and want her to be happy, because she's got more than her fair share of demons to contend with. But I was optimistic because she and Number Four have been together for ten years, a new record for her. I thought of her the other day and wondered if she'd finally gotten it together.
Then today, my father called to inform me that Number Four's mother reached out to him. Apparently, the marriage is on its last leg and circling the drain, and NF wanted to know what divorce attorney I'd used. I can only speculate that my ex complained about how much of a bastard the guy was, hence his desire to go with the same formula. My attorney has no love lost for my ex, partially because she was trash talking him to his (unbeknownst to her) daughter at a cocktail party. Oops... Maybe he'll offer a discount; she is a repeat defendant after all.
I feel for the guy, because everyone who knows him has nothing but praise for how kind and goodhearted he is. But as I've noted before, you have to be pretty naive and more than a little dense to sign up to be Number Four in the first place. Poor guy is about to enter a living hell, when he asks for a divorce and no one deserves that. I'm hoping to connect with him before he pulls the trigger, so he can at least be a little prepared for the firestorm that's about to engulf him.
All part of life's rich pageant, my friends. Thankfully, I'm not on the stage as one of the players, this time.
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