When the kids go to visit Bill, they come back and fill me in. In a way, it feels like they're my spies. Ok, they ARE my spies. But it's a good thing. This weekend they went out and stayed all three days. This is a great time to deal with him; his mood is no longer elevated and he is being very nice. As Kyle puts it, "Bill's a retard but he can be very clever and, when he wants to, he can be a great conversationalist. We were at the hot springs and he was talking and being friendly with all kinds of people."
"Yeah, I know the drill."
"We went out to lunch with him and three of his friends from the cancer group. Two were a gay couple and one was a woman whose husband passed away from cancer six months ago. She's really old but I think she's his latest squeeze."
"Really?"
"Yeah, if it's any consolation, she's really old and looks like a hag."
"Hmmmm, thanks. He can be really seductive when he wants to get laid. I figured he'd find some rich widow out there. The desert is full of them."
"I asked him if he'd ever get back with you. He said, 'no, because she divorced me because I have cancer and I'm in the fight of my life. What kind of woman does that?'"
"Oh, geeeezzzzz, not that again. Are you telling me he doesn't remember the night we sat at the kitchen table and he told me----and I quote, 'I've made a decision. I want a divorce, I want to split everything down the middle and move to the desert. I've always wanted to live in the desert.'? Who buys this crap? Is he telling everyone he meets that his wife divorced him because he has cancer?" That question answers itself. Of course he does. It's how he manufactures and maintains his own artificial reality. How could ANYONE be so brazen as to not only tell that lie to strangers but -----start believing it himself????? And to a sweet, nurturing woman, that story would sell like hotcakes.
Sex and sympathy for Bill.
Oh, yeah. And he's going to be asking for more spousal support.
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