In light of the most recent personal attack from my ex husband and all those during our marriage and post-divorce, I must say I’m exhausted.
Not from the constant emotional rollercoaster ride he tries to force me on or the verbal judo he throws out there…that just doesn’t work anymore…BUT from all the sex he claims I’ve had.
●the groomsmen at our wedding
●the friend who looked like Elliot Stabler from Law and Order
●the cashier at the grocery store
●Owen Wilson (I wish)
●my deceased sister’s husband
●our daughter’s best friend’s dad
●the woman he had an affair with’s husband (although I did once end up on a blind date with her ex husband’s sister’s ex husband…yea that was too close for comfort)
●my best friend’s husband
●my best friend (apparently I swing both ways)
●and the many, many others that don’t currently come to mind…the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker…
I’m just exhausted.
It’s a wonder I can still walk.
My uterus should have just fallen out by now.
I just agree with him. What can I say? I’m a lover not a fighter…