Damn, it’s become one of those days when my wife is on a “tear,” as her life “didn’t turn out the way she expected.” And, of course, it’s my fault. I think she has pretty good life: nice house, great car, three closets of clothes….but I’ve stopped her shopping.
I’m not even sure I love her anymore, I’m reasonably certain she doesn’t fit my definition of a friend. But divorce is such a pain the ass at this point in my life as I’ve said before.
So as Doc Holliday’s last words to Wyatt Earp were in Kevin Costner version of the movie, “Life’s just life.”
