I divorced my hubby to, but decided that old evil witch wasn't going to get the best of me, he was going to help me raise our child. I even moved away. I was better prepared the second time around knowing how she was the first time.
The first time we were married, she would come over every day first thing in the morning. I'm not a morning person, she had nothing to say, she was just there. The second marriage she rarely stop by, but when she did I would invite her to come in and she would say no she didn't have time. She never sat foot in my house and rarely called. When I would go out of town, I would check the caller ID when I got home and she had called every day I was gone like a back door woman.
She wanted me to know that she had been in my house while I was gone, so she called me and ask if she could have a copy of the picture that I have over my fireplace. The picture was of me and my husband and you have to be inside my house to see it.
I realized that she was jealous of me, I play the slots, she bought a slot machine, I bought a scanner, she bought one, I bought a new car, it took her a while but she bought one, she ask my husband ( only ) to help her pick it out. I could see what she was doing so I got my husband to buy me a nice ring, I'm thinking since I married two people he owed it to me. This witch took all of her rings and had the diamonds made into one ring to try to make it as big as mine and then called me over to see it.
Mommie dearest asked my husband to take her on a road trip, I decided to go to. mommie dearest made resavations at this motel that looked worse than the restroom Shank was in. The toilet and sink was stopped up, it was nasty, we stayed the night but the next day we went to the motel that I stay at. Everything was going pretty good until I called my son and his wife to come and meet us. Witchie poo got mad. We were going to eat so I invited my son and his wife to join us. When we got to the restaurant witchie poo said that she needed to go to the restroom, I said there's one inside, she said I want to go to the gas station restroom, I'll wait. We left her in the car because she no longer was hungry, we ordered food and ate while she sat in the car waiting to go to the gas station restroom. She sat in that back seat like Miss Daisy in a huff all the way home. I told you I could write a book about her, this was the times I won.