Martine Kruk
2011-01-24 07:56:05 UTC
I'm using a friend's acount to post this: I am, in fact, not Martine
Kruk, but a man.
It was just over seven years ago that she left me for the other man.
And mostly, I've moved on with my life: indeed, until last week, I
hadn't seen my ex-wife or that man for well over six years. A week
ago, I saw him at Starbucks -- and was expecting to see him with my ex-
wife, which would have made me uncomfortable even after, or especially
after, all these years. But no, he was with my ex: he was some other,
much younger, woman. The two of them were very familiar indeed: eating
off each other's plates, sharing a coffee from the same cup, etc. Even
after all these years, it was a pleasure to think he did to my ex what
she had done to me.
Kruk, but a man.
It was just over seven years ago that she left me for the other man.
And mostly, I've moved on with my life: indeed, until last week, I
hadn't seen my ex-wife or that man for well over six years. A week
ago, I saw him at Starbucks -- and was expecting to see him with my ex-
wife, which would have made me uncomfortable even after, or especially
after, all these years. But no, he was with my ex: he was some other,
much younger, woman. The two of them were very familiar indeed: eating
off each other's plates, sharing a coffee from the same cup, etc. Even
after all these years, it was a pleasure to think he did to my ex what
she had done to me.