My 2nd wife asked
me to marry
her. Dumbest fkng thing I
ever did in my life was I said yes.
We were married for 7 yrs, 3 wks, 2 days, 9 hrs and 17 min. I noted the time when I opened the mail that said the divorce was final. That was the only time I ever considered getting a tat - those numbers, on my ass.
The first 2 yrs were...umm, acceptable, then it rapidly went downhill and we had a Plutonic relationship for the remaining 5 years; not Platonic, Plutonic - she treated me like a dog.
