Once someone stops loving you, even your breathing becomes wrong.
I was a full-time housewife. I liked keeping the house spotless and making healthy, nutritious meals in all kinds of different ways. I thought that was love, and what it meant to take responsibility for a home, but my husband couldn’t stand it and wanted a divorce.
After the divorce, a handsome, rich young guy pursued me relentlessly. My ex-husband regretted everything and knelt in public, begging me to forgive him.
The young guy wrapped one arm around my waist, lifted me into his sports car, and sped off with a roar, leaving my ex-husband alone to lose face. I’m proud now, so why would I spare a second glance for a scruffy old geezer like you? Hahahahaha!
