Fast forward to February 2012.
My next door neighbor to the house ex-wife and I had built together informed me that ex-wife had some guy move in and they were attempting to play house.
“Oh yeah, this guy moved in last month and her and him go off all the time. She was dating different guys at various points,” I was informed.
The dating part didn’t bother me. I had dated too (though I later discovered I was not emotionally ready to be dating yet). The moving in together part really upset me.
I pretended the news didn’t bother me.
“Did she tell you she wrote me a letter a few months ago and asked me to put the marriage back together?” I asked her.
“No, she doesn’t talk to me much. She is cordial and that’s about it,” I was told.
Hmm, well that didn’t surprise me on either front. I was always much friendlier to the neighbors than she was.
“Uh oh,” my neighbor said looking into the distance.
Peering at a fancy sports car coming down the road I said, “I am going to assume that is my replacement.”
My neighbor nodded her head as the car pulled into the house I built and into the garage that once occupied my own car.
I felt awful and excused myself. I didn’t blame this guy. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t have anything to do with our marriage ending. But, I burst into tears on the way home.
“Why is she going to try with this guy but not try in our marriage with the person she loved enough to marry?” I thought to myself as I drove down the road.
“Why did she quit on me – on us?” I sobbed to myself.
I saw my neighbor a few months later.
“Did you talk to her?” she asked.
“No, we don’t really talk unless it is business,” I replied.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up, “well the guy living there was apparently working on the basement and he came out one day and they started screaming at each other and he told her, “if you want it finished, then finish it yourself” and got his stuff and promptly left.”
The basement is already finished so what is there to finish? The news didn’t really surprise me. I guess she never changed.
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