A bunch of shit has happened

in the past nearly two weeks. We have been busted in an affair, I stand to lose the sincere "Love of my Life", I have been told that my friggin' apartment is still not ready...twice, I have received TWO foreclosure notices, blown up on Ex, finally came to grips that it was time to get along with EX, been called on the phone by the husband of "The Love of My life", been called by her (that was nice cause she rarely has called), she lost her job (on the same day as the bust, no less)....shit, I can't even think of them all. But there is a reason, there needs to be.

The good that has come from this mess? I can now speak on the phone with Ex. More than that, I think that I may ACTUALLY be able to be friends with her.
Now most people meet her and would (when we were married) say shit like "Wow, how did you pull THAT off?" or " She is in NO WAY your wife." shit like that. I'll never say that she isn't attractive, she is an almost twin for Denise Richards...but I had a saying when I was a bartender, when there would be the two or three guys scoping out some hottie at the bar. It was:

"Remember this guy's, no matter how hot she is, there is some guy out there sick of putting up with her shit"

Towards the end of my bar career, I said that to some guys scoping out Ex.....and after a few minutes I introduced them to her as who she was, my wife.

I think that was the beginning of the end. A few months later, my bartending career ended when I got the job with the food company. I cheated on her my last night working. It was the first and only time. I felt sick to my stomach for weeks. But it happened.

Delores is the only person I have told. Ex doesn't even know. And there is no reason for her to. What good would come from telling her now except to come off as some vindictive asshole?

Nope, only Delores knows and that's because she asked me. Now you know too