Case in point - yesterday my first husband's name was in the paper regarding a lost legal appeal. Although these publicly made announcements give me a small chuckle, I missed it as I read the news of the day. However, I was notified of his public shame by a close friend. On top of that, the repo man, who has visited my home on several occasions, hoping to nab the ill-gotten truck my ex-husband possesses, stopped by my house last night. We are actually on good terms and he has become somewhat of a weird friend, although I can't help him in his pursuit of this wayward vehicle. He read about the ex's legal troubles so wanted to follow up again to determine, once again, if I knew where he was living. I know nothing other than a general direction of "go east young man" in order to find this fugitive. He's not hiding in my garage. He hasn't taken shelter in my attic. And I'm definitely not a part of his illegal hijinks's!
Haven't I already served my time during this marriage? At what point am I excused from having to answer questions about a person with whom I've not shared a bed with for over a decade? When do his sins stop flowing over to my innocent shoulders, dusting me (as well as my children) with a layer of dishonest reputation? And, due to severe spoilage, shouldn't there be an expiration date to this relationship?
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