I gave up on my first wife because after seven years she was fucking every guy in the county BUT me. She had frequent-flyer status at Planned Parenthood since she averaged six abortions a year. Rudimentary DNA testing showed both children to be mine, but she freely admitted that all of her abortions were not mine. She was indeed THE hot one and never met a cock that she didn’t love. REPEATEDLY. When our children were old enough to know what was going on and talked about all of their dads in school, it was the straw that broke the camels back and we divorced and the night it was filed she partied next door with several of her lovers and again on the week it was official. Naturally, she got custody but I had physical custody as she was far too busy to be hampered by offspring. After a couple of years of legal investigation, she was forced to deal with our children and my heart emptied. Four months later, I convinced myself that if I had my children, then that was all that mattered. She could live her life and we would live ours. House-cleaning was never her forte, and after she began working at a pharmacy and was fucking all three bosses, writing all of her own refills of Valium and speed, she realized that I really didn’t matter and never cleaned house again. As a final test, after I prepared a full Thanksgiving dinner and cleaned the house for our “guests” [her lovers], I was determined that the table would remain exactly as it was on Thanksgiving afternoon until SHE cleaned it up. Then it was December with no change to the kitchen. Christmas came and went as did New Year’s with no change. Finally, on here birthday [1/19] I took off work, cleaned the entire house until it was spotless, and filed for divorce. Drug addicts do not care about anything but drugs and she began overdosing each month, but the doctors always brought her back because she was a MOTHER. A year later, she was dead. Good riddance. I raised my children alone and they grew up to be very successful and drug-free.
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