That's Final

You’re moving out and that’s final!

I couldn’t believe that, just like that, our marriage was over.  I mean, we didn’t get along anymore, but I didn’t know she had the papers drafted in advance.

I did love her, at first.  She just had a superiority complex that manifested after a year.

All things considered, though, I counted my blessings a few weeks after I got the boot.  Her house caught on fire, burned everything inside it.  My poor ex-wife included.

“I’m sorry,” I told her mother at the funeral.  She told me not to feel bad.  I don’t apologize unless I mean it, though.