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Mr. Silva in a straw hat...eeek... 11:49 a.m. 2005-07-05 This weekend, I saw someone that I loathe. I hate to say it, but I almost wanted to come up to the little old man and pull that ridiculous straw hat off from his scrawny little head. It's a long story, but it needs to be said. This old man was/is a friend of my ex-husband's. There was a time I even used to cook for this man and prepare his special non-caffeine tea. This person would come into my home and talk away in my living room. I sat there many a hour as I heard hours of self righteous, long winded, boring conversations on my living room couch. I sat there, always smiling, humoring the old gent; holding the tea pot. A year later, this same old man was in my kitchen, on the phone, talking with my then husband's married Canadian lover as my brother and I was busily packing my belongings out of the house. The divorce was not yet final, and the EX brought the old guy to help pack glasses in the kitchen. The Canadian married lover, called, and hubby was so thrilled, he handed the phone to the old guy. In front of me, the guy spoke happily on the phone expressing his looking forward to meet the wench. From that day, my loathing of disrespect towards me had begun. Years later, this old guy apparently took my ex-husband's advice and went looking for love on the internet. I should have known, after hearing his long-winded conversations of his past in regards to his failed marriage, and his cheating ways (I caught him flirting with my aunt) that he and my ex-husband were two made from the same cloth. The resemblance between the two are uncanny; they could be brothers---my ex's brothers are nothing like him--maybe a separation of birth? The old guy apparently found an Asian woman who can hardly speak English, who is about 43 years his junior. Can you just vomit right now? As for my ex-he soon realized that his Canadian lover would not leave her husband, so he found someone else (I sometimes pray for her). I usually don't banter about the unfortunate past, but that old man just brought it all back to me; kind of the awful taste one experiences after one swallows their own vomit. Sorry. I wish I could kick him. HA HA... Okay, I feel better now. God forgive me. :) |