I Believe You Must Address Injustice!

Patricia (``Pat`) - Panama City, Florida
Entered on April 19, 2008
Age Group: 50 - 65
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I believe you have to address injustice anywhere you find it, like the day I ended up in an airport café next to an extremely inebriated couple. They were obsessed with one another and their conversation was punctuated by her obnoxious giggles.

“We’re destined to be together,” he said.

“I wouldn’t be hurting any children, would I?” she purred. “You are the only one in her life, right? I hate just a ‘taste’ of you, I want the whole bite! But I’m not good at deceit, so I’ll have to leave my husband.”

My sandwich stuck in my throat. I was witnessing, first hand, exactly what had been done to me just a few months earlier. I wanted to scream at them –“What if there aren’t any children, does the wife not matter? Do the marriage vows mean nothing?” But, instead, I remained silent, just as my friends had been when they knew the sordid details of my life. So, I had become one of those pitiful women who was truly the “last to know.”

“Nothing changes,” he said. “Every time I see you, I still feel the same.” She ran her toes up his leg, as he pulled out a pad and began writing — “OK, here’s what we’re going to do. We could go to the U.S. Open for three days …”

I’m certain there was much more to his sinister plan, but my anger burned white hot and I had to get away before I did something I was sure I’d regret. I hurriedly gathered my things, but for some – to this day – inexplicable reason, I suddenly stopped at their table, slowly looked them up and down from her cheap ankle bracelet to his expensive Italian loafers, and addressed them both.

“Hello, I’m a private investigator hired by your individual spouses. The party’s over, because now, they are going to take an even bigger bite out of you two.”

I’m sure she hated my giggle as I escaped into the masses on the concourse.

I believe you have to get creative when you address injustice, because I believe what I did was for every deceived EX-wife, and all the cuckolded husbands in the world, who never got the justice they felt they deserved. And I know this – I still laugh, more than 20 years later, at the memory of the look on their faces!