HA! When I was a teenager, I call my mom a b!tch.
I really don’t know how to start because in telling it, I fear I will begin to relive it, which could put me back years of therapy.. However, lets start at the end...
It was 11:35am, Houston, Harris County Courthouse, Dec. 1, 1978...
I was finalizing my divorce with my first wife, after 14 years of marriage, 3 children.. This was the culmination of months of negotiations and thousands of dollars of attorney fees, not to mention countless hours of arguments and ugly encounters..
Just before the judge was going to gavel in the court to order to grant the final decree I looked at her lead attorney, a steely-eyed vampire, dressed in a vicuna sportcoat, and motioned to him that I wanted to talk to my wife.. I had a moment of grief and wanted to ask my wife if we should stop and reconsider our position, and perhaps give it one more try, if only for the children, which I was awarded guardianship by a negotiated agreement..
He looked me in the eye, and fixed his jaw and reached over and whispered to my wife.. Moments later she looked at me and whispered back to her attorney.. He smiled and looked at me with a s#iteating grin, and shook his head no...
Thats it, I almost took that bi#ch back... Whew.... :)