Saturday, July 14, 2012

That one time... when he says he had a stroke.

My ex is amazing. Like really REALLY amazing. A long while back he told me he had cancer. I knew at the time it was most likely a lie because well... he wouldn't know the truth if it slapped him in the face, stuck out it's hand and introduced itself. The other day he called to tell me he was working again so the child support should start coming in again. Ok. He said he'd been off work because he had gotten hit in the head and had a concussion. Ok. I guess I didn't respond with enough care and concern because suddenly that concussion, it turned into a STROKE... He had a STROKE!!! Ok. The "Ok" you see all along there? Yeah, that was my response to each statement. Frankly, I just don't care. I do have to mention though that if the miserable individual has managed to get kidney cancer AND have a stroke before the age of 37, I really wonder how it is that he keeps getting so lucky to survive such horrible maladies. Good grief! Oh yeah, but then I remember, to be a "survivor" you have to have actually HAD said maladies and we've already established that the truth isn't known to walk up and slap a jerk just before reaching out it's hand to introduce itself so... Yeah.

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