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This is a long story, but try to stay with me.
I have been living in what you might call a strange situation. My first wife and I split up for reasons of divorce she was a non-believer and left me. She and I had one son together 10 years ago.
I remarried a beautiful wealthy young thing that many rich and powerful men have tried to take as his wife. I don't know how I did it, but I somehow managed. You know her as my wife, Amy.
Around three years ago, my ex-wife and my oldest son fell on hard times. She came to me desperately and asked for a place to stay. Being the soft touch that I am, I agreed to put them up in our country estate a couple of hours from Palm Springs.
To celebrate my youngest boy's first birthday, (You were all there), you-know-who flew into town with my oldest. Apparently, Jr. was making faces while little Benjamin was stuffing icing into his mouth.
Well, Amy caught wind of this.. and I had to act to keep my lovely wife happy.
She told me to I flew out to the desert and threw her out of the house. We took the car, took the cell phones and locked her out.
She stood there crying hysterically would I give her and my son a ride to Palm Springs and plane fare to her mother's house, but I was firm with her that the answer was absolutely no.
Don't think I was that cruel. I did give her and my son one of those backpacks with water. I'm sure they'll be just fine.
I have been living in what you might call a strange situation. My first wife and I split up for reasons of divorce she was a non-believer and left me. She and I had one son together 10 years ago.
I remarried a beautiful wealthy young thing that many rich and powerful men have tried to take as his wife. I don't know how I did it, but I somehow managed. You know her as my wife, Amy.
Around three years ago, my ex-wife and my oldest son fell on hard times. She came to me desperately and asked for a place to stay. Being the soft touch that I am, I agreed to put them up in our country estate a couple of hours from Palm Springs.
To celebrate my youngest boy's first birthday, (You were all there), you-know-who flew into town with my oldest. Apparently, Jr. was making faces while little Benjamin was stuffing icing into his mouth.
Well, Amy caught wind of this.. and I had to act to keep my lovely wife happy.
She stood there crying hysterically would I give her and my son a ride to Palm Springs and plane fare to her mother's house, but I was firm with her that the answer was absolutely no.
Don't think I was that cruel. I did give her and my son one of those backpacks with water. I'm sure they'll be just fine.
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