My dear husband has installed a trapeze. Just recently.
In our years together I wonder how many times I wished aloud for a trapeze. Six? Twelve? Twenty? Fifty? And now here it is, after he has ousted me from the house.
You know, it was very hard on me when he posted his love-wanted advertisement just days after we split.
And it was a hard kick in the belly when he was back with his ex lover within three weeks after the split.
But somehow his installation of this new trapeze (a trapeze like I really, really wanted but never got) well, it hurts even more.
