Summer of 2010
Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Glenn or Dena)
This was a rather funny time in the Anatomy of My Divorce....
It was summertime. Our court action had been vacated, without prejudice. I was once again legally married to Glenn and unsure of what his true intentions were. He kept alluding to the fact that he may come home, but never really made movement in that direction.
And by the usual ironic set of circumstances, I found out that Glenn was not at work. So I shamelessly checked online reservations to see that he had headed out of town. There he was, on their one year anniversary of our legal separation; going to Vegas and then taking her for a romantic stay at the Odan Inn at Niagara Falls. Very cute. Especially considering that at this time, he and I were not even legally separated as our divorce action had been dismissed.
And at the same time, as luck would have it, the 2000 Chrysler van he had left behind with me, had about 200,000 miles on it and was in need of critical immediate repairs. Repairs mind you, for which I had no funds. So, I did what any blue blooded American girl would do. I drove to the airport, left the van in his parking spot and took the Silverado truck.
Boy, was he upset when the employee shuttle brought them back to the parking lot and he found that the truck was gone. He called me, very irritated- insisting that I bring HIS truck back; and I could hear her in the background trying to calm him a bit. Quite funny. He called the van a piece of **it and refused to drive it or let her ride in it. Guess she was too good for that. In fact, the van stayed parked there while they got a ride to their home on Manhatton Dr. by someone in a black Volkswagen. What I would have given to be a fly in that car and hear those conversations! Oh well. A gal has got to do what a gal has got to do. Eventually I got a friend to go pick up the van and park it off airport grounds . I then proceeded to sell the van for $500 worth of house repairs since Glenn continued to refuse to look at the van - or even test drive it.
"Sela Vie" say the old folks, that goes to show you never can tell!
Part of Glenn's tirade over the phone was about how I didn't know when he was returning, so his return the day after I took the truck was a surprise to me. I never corrected him- and did not bother to share that as he and I were married, I actually had P.I.'s follow him to the airport, and even surveillance them at the gate as they headed out of town. I was told how they kissed in the truck before leaving for the airport, then traveled on the employee shuttle and sat at the gate as if they were not traveling together.
What a pathetic way to live. To have to cover up your 'love' for fear of losing your job. Somehow or other I find that pitiful and funny.
And by the usual ironic set of circumstances, I found out that Glenn was not at work. So I shamelessly checked online reservations to see that he had headed out of town. There he was, on their one year anniversary of our legal separation; going to Vegas and then taking her for a romantic stay at the Odan Inn at Niagara Falls. Very cute. Especially considering that at this time, he and I were not even legally separated as our divorce action had been dismissed.
And at the same time, as luck would have it, the 2000 Chrysler van he had left behind with me, had about 200,000 miles on it and was in need of critical immediate repairs. Repairs mind you, for which I had no funds. So, I did what any blue blooded American girl would do. I drove to the airport, left the van in his parking spot and took the Silverado truck.
Boy, was he upset when the employee shuttle brought them back to the parking lot and he found that the truck was gone. He called me, very irritated- insisting that I bring HIS truck back; and I could hear her in the background trying to calm him a bit. Quite funny. He called the van a piece of **it and refused to drive it or let her ride in it. Guess she was too good for that. In fact, the van stayed parked there while they got a ride to their home on Manhatton Dr. by someone in a black Volkswagen. What I would have given to be a fly in that car and hear those conversations! Oh well. A gal has got to do what a gal has got to do. Eventually I got a friend to go pick up the van and park it off airport grounds . I then proceeded to sell the van for $500 worth of house repairs since Glenn continued to refuse to look at the van - or even test drive it.
"Sela Vie" say the old folks, that goes to show you never can tell!
Part of Glenn's tirade over the phone was about how I didn't know when he was returning, so his return the day after I took the truck was a surprise to me. I never corrected him- and did not bother to share that as he and I were married, I actually had P.I.'s follow him to the airport, and even surveillance them at the gate as they headed out of town. I was told how they kissed in the truck before leaving for the airport, then traveled on the employee shuttle and sat at the gate as if they were not traveling together.
What a pathetic way to live. To have to cover up your 'love' for fear of losing your job. Somehow or other I find that pitiful and funny.