Have fun in Margaritaville

I checked in this month with my man Trevor, and he had some interesting speculation he passed on to me. He mans the corner two blocks from the house of the mother of my three estranged children, which is two miles from my house.

He told me that he had seen her and her husband on Valentine's Day, each in their own car, after an absence of several weeks and he thought she had moved on that day to parts unknown. This would sever my last tenuous link to my children, but it doesn't matter much because when I encountered her on the street a couple of years ago, I asked her if our children were all still alive and well and she stonily refused to answer.

Now there's a person you wouldn't want to spend over two decades with!