His mistress, his paramour. But not his wife. Never his wife. It wasn't to be. You have always been the caretaker. You always will be. But not anymore? Marriage would have ended in shattered dreams and tears and sucked up money. Would have been a mess.
DIVORCE
Born under a bad sign blue moon in my eye.
Sopranos song Alabama 3
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Not his wife
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