Diary Entry #1

Dear Diary  -

I was sitting in my car sunken down in the driver seat with large shades and an oversized hat on.  I suppose that sounds a little stalkerish, but it really is not the case.  I was waiting for a special delivery to arrive.  When the delivery truck pulled up, I grabbed my binoculars and slid my shades off and adjusted the lens zoomed in.  Just like I ordered, two dozen long stemmed black and red roses in a crystal vase.  The delivery man rang the doorbell of the townhouse and patiently waited for someone to answer.  I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, "It's 3 p.m", I thought, "the wife should be home by now."  The door swung open and a woman opened the door and was squealing with delight.  She signed for the flowers and the set the vase down by the door and went inside leaving the door open.  She reappeared at the door and handed the delivery man a tip.  Hell, if I had known, I wouldn't have included the tip in my payment.  The delivery man left and the woman was about to close the door and just as I hoped, she remembered the mail and headed to the mailbox.  She opened the mailbox and sorted  through the mail.  A large red envelope caught her attention.  She eagerly opened the envelope and pulled out a beautiful card with an embossed red, black and white velvet design.  She ran her fingers over the raised artwork and then opened the card only for an enclosed letter to fall out.  She bent over and picked up the letter and continued reading the card.  The blood drained from her face when she read the hand written portion below the pre-printed greeting.   The blood drained from her face.... below the pre-printed greeting I had written a note.  It was a beautiful happy anniversary card.  At the bottom, I added a lovely little message for the blushing wife:

"Congratulations on making it to your second anniversary with your cheating, lying, thieving dog of a husband.  The letter inside will explain it all."

Just then, another delivery truck pulled up.  I couldn't have planned this any better.  Another delivery man approached the woman with a box wrapped up in red metallic wrapping paper with a huge black bow.  The woman was not smiling this time as though she feared what may be inside of the box.  She needs to be afraid.  Inside of the box were some of her husband's belongings that were left at my house.  She signed for the box and hurried inside and shut the door.

I sat up straight and debated if I should stick around or if I should leave and come back.  I decided to leave.  I wanted to come home and finally tell my story of how I finally have been pushed to the edge........

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