tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post6777474254762820866..comments2023-06-15T09:13:45.467-04:00Comments on Liberty's Torch: ConversationsFrancis W. Porrettohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862584203772592282noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-6902037431850981582020-01-29T10:33:54.019-05:002020-01-29T10:33:54.019-05:00Begging Francis' indulgence this is a fun thre...Begging Francis' indulgence this is a fun thread.<br /><br />My current wife had to experience, for the first couple of years, my financial burden... she still hates my first wife with a burning passion. Me? Aside from the odd whistlefulness about a tornado in the area, I've moved on.<br /><br />My older child asked me if I hated her. Yes. But I don't think of her. I have a beautiful wife, two amazing if annoying children, and that's my revenge. Like I told that kid, "Hate is a poison you take hoping the other person suffers".NITZAKHONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04110716447757507226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-70955217993999522402020-01-28T20:52:06.250-05:002020-01-28T20:52:06.250-05:00Ha! You are too kind.
I just call the mother of...Ha! You are too kind. <br />I just call the mother of my children:<br /><br />“She who shall not be named”<br /><br />Funny thing is, I can’t think of a dozen times in the two decades since our divorce that I actually have uttered her name. That’s called moving on, folks. Dwelling on unpleasant history is unhealthy and unproductive, save as a warning against future mistakes. Brian E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03005432411602936350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-79322241278930169322020-01-28T13:01:47.443-05:002020-01-28T13:01:47.443-05:00You had an evil ex-wife too?
I call mine "Sa...You had an evil ex-wife too?<br /><br />I call mine "Satan's favorite daughter".NITZAKHONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04110716447757507226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-83541412278990325232020-01-28T12:23:07.890-05:002020-01-28T12:23:07.890-05:00Reminds me of a time...
Shortly after my divorce f...Reminds me of a time...<br />Shortly after my divorce from the evil first wife I was living in a crappy apartment a long way from my hometown, and in a neighborhood that was, well, less than ideal. I was feeling lonely, and more than a little down when I got a call from the ex.<br />"Hey, how 'bout coming over for dinner. We can talk a little, have a beer.."<br />Since I am no paragon of wisdom I accepted. I was working full-time, and attending a mandatory class after work that kept me tied up until early evening. The drive to the ex-apartment was about a 90 minute crawl through the worst traffic that Los Angeles has to offer, not to mention having to park in a neighborhood with no parking.<br /> I showed up at her doorstep exhausted, starving, and in serious need of a buzz. A quickly chugged beer did little to improve things.<br />But soon enough she announced that dinner was ready.<br />I sat at the table, and she set out a bowl of supermarket spaghetti sauce. And a potato. That was it. "A potato?" I asked. "What else?"<br />"Oh, that's enough", she said. "You know- a potato instead of the pasta..."<br />I give myself great credit for simply walking out without cursing her the blue streak that she so richly deserved.<br />I stopped on the way home and got a burger.<br /><br />JWM<br />JWMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05564732483476859555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557458849091969678.post-81019305026808281012020-01-28T09:29:15.653-05:002020-01-28T09:29:15.653-05:00Don't forget 1/31 - St. John Bosco. In his hon...Don't forget 1/31 - St. John Bosco. In his honor, I will check the cupboards for that famous chocolately drink!Linda Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15024201252345608291noreply@blogger.com