Tangled webs

             Holy shit, the tangled webs we weave.

“Do you see her?” I asked.

            “No, haven’t in
years.  She knows where to find me.  If she wants to file the papers, I’ll sign
them.  Until I need a reason to get it
done, there’s no hurry,” he said.
            He was so matter of fact about it
that it didn’t seem strange.  I wondered
if she was still in love with him, why she hadn’t pushed for a divorce.  I understood now that relationships came in
all sorts of shapes and sizes.



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