Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?
Back in my late 20s I made my living as a remodeling contractor. I was young and buff then, with great legs and a skinny little butt. Add in a leather tool belt and a blue Levi’s work shirt and I cut quite a compelling figure. Little did I realize.
One day I got a call from a doctor and his wife. They immediately hired me to remodel their kitchen. It soon became clear that this kitchen makeover was a last ditch attempt to remodel their marriage. Unfortunately, Home Remodeling Therapy rarely works for marriages. This time was no different.
Several weeks into the job The Wife – who shall go nameless – invited me to lunch to celebrate my birthday. It was quite a pleasant meal as we time traveled exploring personal histories and exchanged tales of personal drama. She was a former NY model with a…
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