The Old Opossum (or does it signify?)

Image by Kevin Marks The Old Opossum (or does it signify?) by Cusper Lynn Six years ago I found myself trapped between a dying opossum and a small dog obsessed, elderly, property association officer in the subdivision I then lived in.   It was not one of the happier times in my life.   The property association…

Evolution Revisited – Mrs. Audrey Towbridge Writes Again

  Image by Genista (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 17:  Evolution Revisited – Mrs. Audrey Towbridge Writes Again This morning a rabid possum was standing at my front door, circling listlessly and seemed to be breathing its last. Given my experience with Mr. Bunns, the…

Psychotic Spouse Test

Image By: micahb37 (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 18:  Progress on the Genetic Test and No More Letters I am pleased to report that we have developed the first testing kit for the psychotic or schizophrenic indicators in future spouses. You simply swab the inside…

Spring Fairy!

Image by: matchity (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 29:  Fairies and Other Necessary Fallacies “I am going to kill these fucking cats!” reverberated through the house. No, dear reader, it was not me shouting while rushing off to get peroxide to treat the multiple puncture…

Social Media Marketer – Shoot Or Strangle?

Image By: Arbron (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 11:  Social Media Marketing (and not strangling a presenter) “Good morning, you great big, half-crazed, pill-stealing druggy, controlling, murderous rapist,” was my morning greeting. You might wonder if this was from a cell mate or a sadistic…

My Dinner With Dexter Douglas

Image by: simiant (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 47:  My Dinner with Dexter Douglas and Other Terrors “Goddamn, son of a bitch,” Dr. Douglas growled as we sat for our biweekly dinner at Vitoli’s. This exclamation went unnoticed over the general din of dinners who…

Mad Science!

Image By: glen edelson (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 16:  Nobel Prize, Profits, and the Search for the Divorce Gene   It had occurred to me that seeking to make any impression on my soon-to-be ex, as it regarded my indifference to her or my…

Giggling In Jail

Image By: rcourtie (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 15:  Morose at Home or Giggling in Jail “I have been thinking about your situation,” Dr. Douglas begins, as we sit down for our biweekly dinner at Vitoli’s. “Which situation is that? My near death, my hearing…