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Category Archives: Revenge
“I’ve always said, it’s not conflict which kills a marriage; it’s unresolved conflict.” The concept of any decisions needing to be made confronted me by way of my closest guy friend, someone I’ve known fornearlyever. I spilled my guts and he reacted, … Continue reading
When I first learned of the affair, I told 2 people very close to me, both of whom were furious with anger. One was female, the other male; people who have known me all or most of my life. When … Continue reading
I feel like a slacker not having updated since I wrote “A Dilemma.” That dilemma was such a major part of my life throughout much of the past 6 months, a giant wall between myself and other people. You’d … Continue reading
I noticed a message on my phone and checked the voice mail. It was a message from my sister-in-law, Husband’s brother’s wife. Brother’s Wife and I have been good friends over the years and have gotten closer, as have Other … Continue reading
On the days reality bites like a cold mackerel across the face, or better yet, the sting of a hard slap on a wet behind and I feel a little hatred for my husband, I tell someone else. This … Continue reading
I have a fantasy where I grab the O.W. by the hair and forcefully shave a random pattern through her dark roots with unfettered delight. I imagine she struggles, but can’t break free. I see her in her blue turtleneck … Continue reading