I once got a post card from my estranged wife, letting me know that she was having a great time on vacation in Mexico with her new boyfriend. I sent back one that read, “I’m happy you’re having such a good time. It will really ease the pain of your house burning down.” Heh, heh, heh.
It’s kind of fun to mess with the minds of your ex’s new ‘friend’. After my first marriage blew up, I would come over to watch the kids while she went on a date. I know! One night I noticed some of her boyfriend’s belongings so I suspected he was getting ready to move in.
He was standing next to me waiting for her to get ready and the tension was very thick. Finally, he reached out his hand to shake mine and he said, “Look, I know this is really awkward but it doesn’t mean that we have to hate each other.” I shook his hand and said, “I don’t hate you at all. It’s just kind of weird.”
As I was finishing my sentence, I winced in pain. He said, “Hey, are you ok?” I said, Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s just my stupid herpes acting up again.” The guy’s face turned a pasty white and he didn’t say anything more. The next time I was over there, all of his stuff was gone. It was awesome.