TO A WIFE HELL BENT ON DIVORCE:

If your lawyer doesn't tell you about the many pensions and LAWS that favor WIVES, not divorcees, I WILL! Do you know the laws, the facts about lifelong Social security Pension for wives? They don’t come in smaller sizes for divorcees. They just don’t come period!

Did your wonderful lawyer run by you the imminent possibility of inheritance laws changing, so WIVES/ KIDS inherit much, much MORE? Did he mention the immense favor you'd do yourself and your children if you stick it out? No?

Being a cynic, I would wonder if YOUR LAWYER weren't more interested in the lucrative divorce fees he will earn from this impending litigation ---than –say, your eventual well-being! Or your children’s well being.

These lawyers charge beaucoup bucks for litigation so they are NEVER interested in AVOIDING the courtroom, avoiding the paperwork. They are like fighter pitbulls who only feel good tearing up one another’s throats and charging for it, of course that analogy doesn't hold as you and your mate are the ones torn up!

Still, let’s call them the TRAINERS and exhibitors of fighting dogs. They profit from hate, war and bloodshed. They are not going to give each other peace tips or give the wives, husbands any anger management tips. No way! THEY WANT THE SCRIMMAGE!

We have to choose. Are we going to be thin-skinned and irritated at people who aren't perfect...or develop our own tolerance and forgivingness to its maximum potential?

Going in, you knew hubby wasn't perfect. But you loved that grungy cutie enough to forgive those lacks and he loved you enough to give you half his life. That’s a lot. I never got that offer. Most women didn’t or don’t. GET ON YOUR KNEES lady. I will be scrambling for a dollar until I’m 90. No social security, no nuttin! You and your children will be taken care of for life. Pensions, property, inheritances. Up the wazoo.

You know, coming in the door, God says to you, Sweetheart, I give you this one walnut. Choose a site very carefully taking into consideration water, soil and sun. If you find the perfect permanent site, plant it. Water it over the course of decades. Till the soil well there, fertilize the area. This is a magic tree which will grow large in your lifetime and it will feed you and your babies, it will shade you from the harsh sun, be a roof in winter. Take care of this walnut tree. Yet you at this point in your life have a hatchet in hand? GO FIGURE!

ALL men have occasional lapses l00% of them. Rich ones 200%. Reality isn't perfect. Dicks aren’t perfect. BUT reality and dicks came from GOD. Our insistence on perfection DID too. It's a good thing but don’t go overboard. That’s neurotic. HEAVEN isn’t down here. To create groups or teams where ALL MEMBERS agree beforehand on such permanent lofty perfection as a 'norm' is great. To create those groups and alliances and unions is done with AGREEMENTS made 'GOING IN'. A marriage vow is kind of like an agreement that both will strive for Godly perfection. Tripping, accidents, depression, mid-life crisis and BROKEN VOWS are nonetheless REAL COMMON. Try ENDEMIC.

No woman foresees this imperfection could come to HER door. Your mate didn't plan on getting an angry, judgmental lady when he chose you, either. He didn’t plan on that flannel nightie that’s fershure. Or that tire around your waist. That was a surprise --maybe as shocking to HIM as what happened to YOU when he cheated.

His heart is literally breaking now. His aorta is in a condition of near RUPTURE. The heart center is bulging, blowing out his own, weak veins. Sure his habits, his beef or his cigarettes did it too --but people smoke to PULL SOMETHING IN. They are striving to FIND something that's not in their life. They are in desperate need to have their private parts strong and working and the confines of marriage don’t give them the stimuli they need with those plaque-ridden pipes he now has. Their mouths are seeking joy, and seeking to be BUSY enough to distract them from the whirring brain. Funny and ironic that what he needs is kisses and nobody in their right mind would go near a mouth that smelled that bad of tobacco! But this brave girl he’s sleeping with did. WHY did she do it? WHAT is she after? THE DEAL YOU HAVE and don’t seem to realize you have!

All men have this unique problem that women don’t have. The need to keep their parts potent. To exercise it. To dump its fullness somewhere. To understand that physiological need, you might pretend he has a urinary disease and has to go to the bathroom a few times an hour. You wouldn’t be screaming at him. But his problem is he has to go to a lady three times a week. SO he went and he found that trollop. He did the nasty with her and then got addicted to her lies, her screams of ecstasy (phony as she’s trying to nail him,) and he’s now addicted to the intrigue and the sexual act both. His body is actually calling for it every few days! You caught wind of it and totally went bezerk with pain. Would you do that if it were just a peepee problem and he went to a toilet a few times an hour? NO! So get a grip! IT IS JUST A PEE PEE PROBLEM!

But Divorce for a man indulging that impatient little part of his body? Say good bye to THE GOOD TIMES WITH HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS? Say goodbye to the walnut tree that your kids need. KISS ALL THAT GOODBYE. When you divorce the man and he drops dead of shock, the rest of his side of the family and all your mutual friends will seal you off, permanently. You will be out crowd. Your kids forgotten, to grow up with no VILLAGE. They will have to meet and court from singles ads as there will be no huge circle of loving friends.

Think twice, momma. Think three times. Lose the lying lawyer. Get a smart friend. Like…. your husband maybe? Trust him enough to tell him you’re stunned, hurt. You might cry a little. You might try sleeping in the nude. Maybe it’s impossible for you to deliver the erotic goods that the happy hopeful hooker is delivering him now afternoons on her studio apartment floor.

He has given you and your children a gift – permanent safety. A delicious life of fullness. So much fullness that you can share with the homeless and needy or with your kids. You can give to whomever you please, can’t you. That’s a nice life.

Well, share it. Indulge his aspiration for a fantasy jolt or two…..relief from the ache of his own fullness. He wants to give it to whom he wants to give it. Frankly, I’d send the gal in question a bag of walnuts with a copy of this article because she’s a sister, truly she is. She’s a little demented, out ethics, afraid for her future and she’s going the wrong way at this moment in time. Just like you.