So I get this phone call on my work voice mail yesterday. The accent was thick and the connection from the caller's cell phone poor, so I only understood a few words. The person spoke as if he knew me but I couldn't place the voice.
I called the number just now, thinking perhaps it was a vendor that I needed to speak with. It wasn't. It turned out to be an ex-relative, my past wife's uncle, calling hoping to offer me a bit of extra work with his company that just opened a branch here in Marietta.
I couldn't make it much past his introduction before the adrenaline was pumping and my breath became shorter. I wanted to lash out at something. I could hear nothing else of what he wanted to say and only my sense of social propriety kept me from slamming the phone down as he spoke.
Explaining that I appreciated his offer, I nonetheless had to tell him that even the association that I would make constantly to that woman when dealing with him was not possible. I wanted to have nothing to do with his company.
The man himself is a good man, as is much of her family that I met, but the fact that the mere MENTION of the woman's name as he was reintroducing himself set my blood aflame. I earnestly believe he was merely trying to provide an opportunity that I might enjoy, and that I appreciate, but there is no way that I can have anything to do with anyone associated with that adulteress.
The rage, the fury, that this woman still incites, four years after the fact, is disturbing.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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