When my wife of seventeen years decided to leave me for some guy she met online, moved

to some nowhere town in Tennessee to be with him, and laughing me through divorce papers

in my face when she left. I thought my life was over.

Now, during the divorce hearings, which my wife, or ex-wife, had to drive from Tennessee

to attend, the topic of alimony came up. At that time, I only made a little over $1,200

a month after taxes as a janitor and baggage handler at the local airport in town.

It was a very small airport. It was just me, and another guy, as well as the owner that

worked there at the time. Actually, it was categorized by the FAA, you know, the Federal

Aviation Administration as a basic airport. We just called it local.

Anyway, we house small propeller planes like crop dusters, personal use planes, things

like that. The terminal was actually a double-wide trailer. Well, a modular home, if you want

to be politically correct. We had shut downed. I haven't been politically correct my whole

life, so I'm not about to start now. Anyway, it was a three-bedroom trailer. One room

was Mr. Reynolds' office. The second room was for storage. The third room. Well, it

didn't have a purpose. It was completely empty. The waiting area was what would have been

the living room. The kitchen was a little snack and drink station. And of course, there

was the bathroom. Now, back to the divorce hearings.

Wouldn't you know? My wife, or ex-wife, was kind enough to take half of that $1200

for alimony, claiming she was single and unable to work to support herself due to severe

IBS. You know, irritable bowel syndrome. She was lying, but the judge believed her anyway.

The court system in this country is screwed up. Now, after the divorce was finalised, I had

to move out of the house we were renting, simply because, without having another income coming in,

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