There goes another week of my life.
Every week I’d take the trash out and look at that week’s TV Guide. Do you remember the TV Guide? I’d look at the one I was throwing out and think—there goes another week of my life.
I’ve made only one mistake in my life but it was a doozy.
I married the wrong man when I was 21 years old
and I’ve stayed with him for more than 50 years.
I cheated on him constantly
right from the start.
I guess I’ve always been afraid
that there was a better party somewhere else.
I never thought we’d stay together.
He was just a resting place after a shitty adolescence.
When we first moved in together—
that crummy little one-bedroom over a garage
with a wall heater that never worked so we’d turn on the oven and open its door—
it just seemed like something you pass through
on your way to something else.
After the first six months
I was ready to call it quits.
Not that there was anything wrong with him
I was just pretty sure I wasn’t done yet.
Every week I’d ta…