Oh, don't get ME started on that one either! Now that I've been divorce for quite a while, I finally have the freedom to actually get sick and wallow in it! When I was married I was never
allowed to get sick, or even slow down for a while! He had this little trick ... every time I got sick (not very darned often either!) he managed to get '
sicker' than I was! Never failed! This excused him from performing any extra duties, even so much as passing me a Kleenex! I could be feeling absolutely awful, sick as a dog, and he would clutch his chest and roll his eyes like Fred Sanford feeling the 'big one' coming on, and say he was considering a trip to the ER because he just didn't feel
right! I could be hiding out in the dark bedroom with the worse headache I'd ever had (actually HE was the worse headache I ever had) and he would stick his head in the door and ask when I was going to come out and cook dinner! The kids were hungry! Once, when I refused to come out, he opened up two cans of soup and heated them up for the kids. And from that day forward. whenever someone commented favorably on my cooking, he would state proudly, "
Sometimes I cook too!", referring to those two (beeping) cans of soup! I have never wanted to strangle someone so much in my whole life!
See, I told you not to get me started! And how appropriate that one of my very favorite websites covered this very subject this morning! Check this out ... divorce cakes! They could probably come up with a "DF" version too. I love it!
http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/