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I have a few things called bills standing in the way. This is my rent check.”
    â€œWhat about your check from the house?”
    â€œThat check didn’t come yet. It will be here any day. I have to call the Realtor.”
    â€œVette, come on. You haven’t been anywhere this summer. It will be fun with all three of us. You are going to miss it. Think about it.... When will be the next time all of us will be able to get out of town at the same time?”
    â€œI don’t know. Probably never.”
    â€œYou’re right—never—so you have to go.”
    â€œLet me see what I can do. Maybe I can pay everything when I get back. I’ll think about it. Who’s driving?”
    â€œStacey is driving.”
    â€œGood. Because you drive too slow. Give me a minute. I’ll call you back.”
    I giggled a little at the thought of a divorce party and the fact that I was thirty-three years old and about to be twice divorced. If you started as early as I did, it was easy. I married my first boyfriend straight out of high school. He was leaving for the army, and I wanted to go with him, so we got married. Six years later I had two children and was divorced. I couldn’t blame Doug for anything; it wasn’t his fault that it didn’t work. I was bored with him and tired of moving all around the world, and I cheated on him. Now, looking back, I should have worked it out. He was a very good man. My first ex-husband now lived in Panama City, Florida. The kids had just gotten back from spending their summer vacation with him. He was a good guy and father. He sent me money for them and coparented from afar.
    I went into my second marriage like I was going to make it work and be a good wife. What a mistake! His ass cheated on me like crazy. My ex-husband Phil was a bus driver for SEPTA, and in case you didn’t know, bus drivers had fans and groupies, too. Their fans were the ladies that sat daily in the front of the bus and talked their ear off the entire ride. Well, one young girl took a liking to my husband, and, well, he couldn’t resist. She was only nineteen and was so in love, she knocked on my door, claiming she was pregnant by my man. This little girl knew everything about me—where I worked, my schedule, my kids’ names, what kind of car I drove—and she said she had been to my house several times. So of course I wanted to leave my husband for cheating on me. But when I confronted him, he assured me it was over.
    Most women that got cheated on were somewhere crying and asking why. I did the opposite: he cheated on me, and I said, “Oh, that ain’t nothing, boo. I’ll cheat on you, too, and I’ll do it better.” So when the opportunity presented itself for me to get revenge, I did . . . with Hector. Phil knew how to give it but couldn’t take it. The minute he learned I had an affair, the world was over. I’d forgotten to turn my ringer off, and Hector had texted me all these messages from YB on my phone. They said that he was falling in love with me and couldn’t wait to fuck me again. I came out of the shower, and Phil was in tears. He cried, “How could you? How could you think about being with another man? What? I don’t satisfy you?”
    I didn’t know what to say. I tried to tell him I cheated because he did, but he was furious and was not trying to hear my argument. We had a long discussion that night, and he said he forgave me. I believed him at first, but then he would come in the house, slamming things and picking fights with me. Of course, I always said, “You cheated first!” But all he could say to that was “I’m a man.” I guess that meant he got a pass and I didn’t. He constantly questioned me about what YB stood for and who YB was, but I told him it didn’t matter and we should work on our marriage. I promised him the cheating was a one-time occurrence and not a full-fledged