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Originally Posted by Dead-Air

Oh Christ. My ex/wife (who is not yet my ex-wife) came over to drop our son off and slammed the door shut and then took off her shoes and threw them at her boyfriend and invited herself to dinner. Somehow we didn't sleep together though I did hold her and let her cry for a bit.

Yes, I know this is fucking ridiculous, and I know it's more drama than any semi-sane person could want or covet. But God, it was the most interesting night in a while.

Now it's just me and Lennon, and actually pretty mellow and wonderful.

ha ha ha. she's going to come back. will you take her?

you're married after all, with a kid.

i wish our time understood marriage better, but we have it confused with "romance". which is a stupid medieval invention that has to do with unfulfilled sex.

after fucking, and farting in bed, and a yeast infection, there is no "romance".