**** Alyssa ****
It’s been a week since I saw him. Well, I’ve seen him, but not actually spoken to him, which is fine, perfect really! At least he hasn’t made a point of saying something hurtful to me or shoving his latest beauty in front of me constantly. I requested to see him several times throughout the week only to be told he’s too busy. It’s not that I actually want to see him, I figure, perhaps, if I pester him enough, he’ll agree to a quiet divorce just to get rid of the annoying nagging wife. I certainly hope so.
He also did not have my door replaced during that time. I assume that’s my punishment for gifting him with a well-deserved slap. Losing my door equates to losing the only means of privacy I had here, and it is a blow to what’s left of my tattered dignity. I have no fri
