If I remember correctly Bruce just up and went to Virginia. He was so far in debt, his addiction to pornography and all things vile had depleted him of any money he was making and he ran away. He left me and the kids behind because he said he knew my family would take me in if he wasn’t in the picture. He was doing it all for us. The kids went to my grandparents house while I packed our personal belongings up and my mother helped organize a garage sale for the following Saturday. During this time one of my neighbors, Pam came over, she like me had two children roughly the same ages as my own and more often than not we would spend mornings together having coffee while the kids played. Pam says she would really like to speak with me privately and would I walk over to her house for a moment. As we walk she is telling me that she wanted to tell me sooner, that she has been trying to stay out of it but in light of recent events she just had to come clean. She tells me that Bruce has been having an affair with one of our other neighbors, Vicki. She says it has happened during those block parties during beer and ice runs or after I have left to put the kids to bed when the men would stay behind playing horse shoes or just shooting the shit. She says the whole neighborhood knows and she’s sorry. Now I will say that this shocked me and I know it seems stupid that I say that, but I KNEW he had issues with porn and strippers and 900 numbers. I didn’t ever believe it would translate to an affair with an actual flesh and blood human being. I always believed it was about the fantasy, the taboo, the unattainable. Not my neighbor. So because I could not reach him and I was being evicted and he was nowhere to be found, I went to confront this neighbor right then and there. I banged on her door in a rage and demanded to know the truth. When she confirmed it was still a slap in the face and demanded proof. When she described a certain part of his anatomy, there was NO denying it. Not even to myself. I stormed off, told my mother what had happened, and sold everything I had the next Saturday to one of the first people to arrive at the garage sale. I offered everything to them for twenty dollars if they would just take it all away. And they did.
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"