On a Cul-de-sac there is a pink house surrounded by a white picket fence. Two pink plumeria trees block the curb appeal of the Cape Cod home. A bird feeder hangs above the porch swing. This is my dream come to fruition. This is the house where I planned on living for the rest of my life. This is the house where my husband ran off with the contractors secretary. Where my life imploded. Finding out this wasn't the first time he cheated wasn't a shock, it was ammunition.
Behind the house sits the pool where I threw everything he owned inside. His clothes, baseball cards and important documents. He doesn't need to bring this with him on his trip to Hell. I thought about setting his stuff on fire while it was floating on the surface of the pool. How does gasoline interact with chlorine? I didn't want to push my luck and have the neighborhood burn down due to my vengeance. I pushed one of his motorcycles into the pool. I watched it bob up and down until it sank. I hope he drowns while trying to save his belongings.
I took his other motorcycle and rode to the office of my lawyer, realtor and then to the bank. I had to fire the realtor, that I used to find the dream house, and hire a new one. Susanna is her name. Susanna was part of my husbands' harem. Susanna baked us holiday cookies and sent two photos every year. One with the company she worked for and the other of her and her family. Her husband and three kids smiling in matching outfits. This photo I didn't throw in the pool. This photo I wrote "adulterer" and mailed it back to her.
I hired Michael, as my new realtor, he is easy on the eyes and is planning his wedding to George. The George and Michael wedding. I hope I'm invited.
After the bank I continued to ride. I went to work and gave my boss my two week notice. I returned my library books and packed my belongings. Most of the items I donated to my church. The rest I packed up to bring to Mother's. My mother looks at me and cries. She laments the lost of her son in law and of my marriage. The Priest at my church looks at me and pats my back. I believe him when he says, "God has a plan".
My plan is to ride this motorcycle to Las Vegas. Pawn off my wedding and engagement ring. Spend a few days there and gamble.
Gambling paid off. The divorce settlement was more than I asked for. I bought a dog, moved into a condo and returned his bike. I spend my days streaming media on Netflix and finding a new job. My new task is figuring out the connections between American Horror Story seasons. I'm a frequent AHS-wiki contributer. I bought my own Harley. I sometimes go for a ride past the pink Cape Cod. This is my new life that divorce built.
