A New Target

Karen sighed, "My ex is ten years older than I am. I was thirty eight and he was forty eight when we divorced. He went through a mid-life crisis after the divorce and ended up marrying the receptionist where he worked. She was nineteen years younger than he was at the time, and he rushed into it. Well, long story short, she was a gold-digging bitch, and she could not handle the fact Daryl and I were on good terms and remained friends. She was jealous of me, probably because she was one step up from trailer trash....sorry that's mean."

"No, you're probably right," I said, "go on."

"Well, she tried her best to turn Daryl against me, but it didn't work. The marriage only lasted thirteen months before Daryl kicked her to the curb. The last straw was her trying to turn our kids against me."

Karen sighed again. "Misty, that's her name, did not take that well. She blamed me and accused Daryl of cheating on her with me, and she went psycho. She started spreading rumors about us, she keyed Daryl's SUV, though we couldn't prove it, and she's trying to stick it to him in the divorce which is still going on. They have their first court date next week."

"So she's thirty years old now?"

"Yeah, thirty, maybe thirty one. Why?"

"No, reason. And you say her name is Misty?"

"Misty Watson," yep.

The wheels in my mind started to turn.