DivorceChapter 5
It’s been fourteen months since Angie imploded my world. I’m laying here next to my wife rubbing her swollen baby bump. No, it’s not Angie. My wife, Ellen. Yes, she’s expecting our first child together and my third. I knew that Ellen’s clock was ticking and she wanted a child so for her, I endured the pain and misery of reversing my vasectomy. It apparently worked well. Eight months after I left Angie’s house, I had a knock on my apartment door. It was Ellen. She said, “Hi, Cowboy, I told...