My name is Theodore, and I married a girl named Juana. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-three-year-old: 5’7”, 125 pounds, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky t**s. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start, and it was one of those situations where everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years, I found out she was screwing some guy in her office and that was pretty much the end of it.
She moved out of the house, and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. At the time, we had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house, which it was decided I would keep and pay
