All-in-all, life was perfect, apparently TOO perfect.I noticed that Jake seemed to need to work late much more than he formerly did. I found this a bi... odd, because I thought that after all his hard work he’d be able to cut back a bit.One day I dropped by his office and noticed that his long-time secretary wasn’t there. In her place was a much younger woman. Maybe I was just a jealous wife, but the only word that I could find to describe her was “bimbo.” When I walked in, she was sitting at her. I got my coffee and sat down I asked them why the silence.”Boys are assholes!” Stacy said.”STACY!” Megan yelled.”What she is going to find out sooner or later that is what mom’s do,” Stacy said looking at Megan.I looked at Megan and asked, ”What is going on?”Megan explained most of the dates she went on turned into disasters. She told me most boys were afraid of her, well maybe of her daddy. Most tried nothing at all. While others thought she was a slut looking to be skull fucked. I about spit. The trash bins are always empty, no matter how much junk you throw in. The toilet always flushes and fills faithfully. Just don't ask where the water comes from. I asked Jim about it once, and he started talking about self-organizing reality shifts and undetermined quantum-classical interface layers... All this to fill a toilet?Jim described to me once his one meeting with Havika. I think I would have enjoyed meeting him. It seems so strange to think of meeting a person from another timeline.... I am a 35-year-old divorcee living in a small 2 bed-roomed flat with my 15-year-old son. My husband fled with his secretary almost 10 years ago and we have not heard from him since. Hopefully he has had a long painful lingering death or something equally terrible has happened to him. It's not that I want any contact with him but it would be nice for Michael if he heard from his Dad, even occasionally.The first few years after the bastard cleared out were very tough as he had left us nothing and.