Cullinan I: The Star of Africa

I read something today I really wish I hadn't. I didn't mean to; I was just strolling through the old message boards looking for old friends. What I didn't expect to see was my ex-wife (or, more properly, wife; we're not divorced) extolling the virtues of her new boyfriend. (But we did those things together, too...)

I staggered two virtual steps backwards and fell off the virtual cliff.

I guess it's because when you're the dumpee, you don't want to see the dumper having the time of their life--with someone else. With him. Notwithstanding the fact that we're both Catholic, and notwithstanding the fact that divorce is against our religion, she flaunts her new relationship as if it were the Star of Africa. (But we did those things together, too...)

Had I known what was in store less than a year after our fairy-tale wedding, I would never have wanted to bring our daughter into this broken family. I grew up in one. How could I curse my own blood with one?

But we did those things together, too.