There have been some interactions in-between that I almost told you about. One time he came over and showed me everything that he has done and exactly what he was and would be doing. I thought it went well. It seemed like he was really doing something.
If you truly love your wife and want some advice and perspective on making your marriage work, here is the website I told you about. This is the page with all of Matt’s Letters to Shitty Husbands – http://mustbethistalltoride.com/an-open-letter-to-shitty-husbands/. If you don’t have much time, read these, but I really like this guy and read almost every one of his posts.
For what it’s worth, thank you for taking time to dump me (but I suspect you have already deleted this email account and you were just being kind to me when you said you wanted to still be “friends”. I should have known better when you told me “It’s not you, it’s me”… Cliché or not…)
Good luck with the job, the wife and your beloved daughter. I wish all of you the best… Even though I hope to hear back from you someday, I’m sure I’m only deluding myself.
I’m sorry, Mr. X. I totally fucked everything up.
Someday maybe I will get it right, but for now I am off to break some serious asshole hearts before I am too old to have my revenge…
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day my wife and I
went into town and visited a shop. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.
We went up to him and I said, “Come on, man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?”
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.
I called him an “arsehole”. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn-out tires. So my wife called him a “shithead”.
He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing more tickets. This went on for about 20 minutes.
The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Just then our bus arrived, and we got on it and went home.
We try to have a little fun each day now that we’re retired.