Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, abridged 17
On the metaphorical journey of life, sustained, substandard tire pressure is that nasty divorce that cost you $1200 a month in alimony and all the good wedding china.
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And watching her shack up with her latest boyfriend, never entertaining the idea of marrying again since that would end the free ride called alimony, is water in the gas tank.
Good wedding china? Yes, I’m afraid so. That was the collective gift from the wee wifey’s aunts. They told her to pick it out and they would pay for it. When they found out that she got earthenware we would actually use they threw a collective fit, refused to pay for it, and insisted she go back out and buy good china which we haven’t used once in the thirty two years six months and three weeks since.
No, the good china was gifts from my side of the family. But she ended up with it anyway. All the daily Corelle stuff, that came from her side, I got to keep.
And I consider myself much better off. She’s someone else’s problem now.
Hint: move to a no-fault divorce state, and (if you have put her through college) use her natural inclination to drag things out to your advantage. The more she is earning, the lower you have to pay. If at all. Mental illness is contagious, but I’m free of the source now.
And watching her shack up with her latest boyfriend, never entertaining the idea of marrying again since that would end the free ride called alimony, is water in the gas tank.
That reminds me. My car needs a lube job.
BINGO!!!!!
Are you sure that’s not sugar in the gas tank, Chrees?
Good Wedding China ?
Good wedding china? Yes, I’m afraid so. That was the collective gift from the wee wifey’s aunts. They told her to pick it out and they would pay for it. When they found out that she got earthenware we would actually use they threw a collective fit, refused to pay for it, and insisted she go back out and buy good china which we haven’t used once in the thirty two years six months and three weeks since.
No, the good china was gifts from my side of the family. But she ended up with it anyway. All the daily Corelle stuff, that came from her side, I got to keep.
And I consider myself much better off. She’s someone else’s problem now.
Hint: move to a no-fault divorce state, and (if you have put her through college) use her natural inclination to drag things out to your advantage. The more she is earning, the lower you have to pay. If at all. Mental illness is contagious, but I’m free of the source now.
AND the goddamn bitch gets the motherfuckin’ Doublewide.