What Went Wrong

DH called to inflict upon me the rantings of a man on the verge of a breakdown. Specifically, he wanted to let me know what I did wrong to bring about the end of our marriage. In his uncontrolled rage, it was difficult to make sense of his communications, so I have attempted to summarize.

I am a G** D*** F***ing B****!

I am a GDFB!

I AM a GDFB!

I had a plan from the beginning.

A devious plan. A devilish plan.

I married him with a devious, devilish plan.

I planned to take the money and run.
Take the money and run.

I planned to have a baby and leave.
To leave. Oh yes, I planned to leave.

I am a GDFB!

I am a GDFB!

I AM a GDFB!

It's not how it was supposed to be.
He told me so. I should have listened.

I would work and he would play.
He would surf and play all day.
Frolic and play and surf all day.

But now he has to work instead.
To work. Until he is dead.

I am a GDFB!

I am a GDFB!

I AM a GDFB!

I am smarter than him.
I have a plan.
I am going to win.
He just doesn't know how.
Yes, I am smarter than him.
He told me so. He knows that now.

I am a GDFB!
I am a GDFB!
I AM a GDFB!