firstwivesworld - Episode 11: “Valentine’s Day Massacre (I Heart You)” - Comments

ha lol

Guest — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 08:41:00 -0500

That's funny Denvrgrl. Is this going to be made into a series for TV? I think Esme would be funny character put to telvison... ciaobab2

Ojai, Oh My!

Guest — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 17:52:55 -0500

very funny. adoring reading these. xo, Denvrgrl

my ex left me for Ojai!

Guest — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:54:31 -0500

this is sooooo my story. It's odd!!!!! I must know you, cause you're writing my life, practically! I don't have kids, thank god, and my ex left me for a himbo rather than a bimbo (yes, it turned out he's gay) ... tragic, but I'm over it now. But they used to hide away up in Ojai. I can laugh about it now, and am laughing even more reading your stories Ms. Schmir ... xo, SN

Love the Ojai line ....

Guest — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:41:12 -0500

very funny. I live in so cal, and have often thought the same thing! lol I've only read this one blog, but find it terrifically amusing. I'm off to catch up on your series, Mimi... to In the begining :) but its like reading a page out of my own life. Keep writing.. and loved your work on Greys :) best, jill

Episode 11: “Valentine’s Day Massacre (I Heart You)”

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 11:18:07 -0500

In life, as in love, timing is everything. I suspect I have always known that, which is why I stopped wearing a watch. I also stopped wearing watches when the pink diamond Rolex Jeffrey gave me on our 10th anniversary turned out to be a fake.

He claimed that he was duped by a shifty sales-girl with a lazy eye (I don't know where he comes up with this stuff) but even then, I never believed him. Plus, I never wanted a stupid, flashy Rolex. Jeffrey always bought presents that made him look good, not me. Anyhoo, I digress. Back to timing, which as previously stated, can change your life in an instant.

About a month ago I realized that Valentine's Day was rapidly approaching. My first Valentine's Day without a husband (well, at least, since I'd HAD a husband, and before that a boyfriend and then a fiancée) and while I understood, theoretically that this was meant to be liberating and I should be running through a field naked celebrating my emancipation (show me a girl who runs naked through fields and I'll show you a really big bottle of Prozac) frankly, I wasn't feeling it.

I mean, much as all the menopause mommies (my little nickname) applauded me for "being proactive" and kicking out his cheating ass, they were all still pretty relieved not to be me. Way better to have a spouse who would take them to the Four Seasons, give them a "significant" piece of jewelry and then (assuming they were still sleeping together) fuck their brains out.