Carrie Bradford

Two months. Thats how long its been since your wife of four years was caught on a date by you. Two months. The divorce is still working its way through the court like a slow cancer through a dying man. Once you had it all. Now you have just an empty house, a heart full of hurt, and memories that won't go away. He's exciting. He pays attention to me. These are the things she said as she walked out the door roughly sixty days ago. It's a rainy Friday night and you're two beers deep into a twelve pack. There's a baseball game on the television that you aren't really watching. Then the doorbell rings. You heave yourselves out of your recliner and walk across the hardwood floor in socks, a pair if sweatpants, and an old t-shirt. "Who could it be at this hour," you say as you open the door. It's your soon-to-be ex-wife, Carrie. She's soaking wet from the downpour, holding her suitcase, and looking miserable.