(This story literally hasn't been updated in 3 years because our friend group kind of fell apart and I forgot about this story, but I'm determined to finish this bitch of a fic.)
I golf with Tim and the gang to get my mind off things. Its literally the only thing I have left. Deborah notices when I've golfed, because there's usually grass stains on my shoes. If Deborah sees that Ive been golfing, she pays the course I was at to ban me. The only place left is The Irish Club on Main. I've been switching my shoes every time I come and go so she can't tell if i've golfed or not. I have to hide my striped polo shirts and clubs in the back of my Mercedes-Benz.
Deborah has tried to smash my hand with her Gucci flip-flop before. It didn't go well because I sued her for $400. Initially I tried going for $2,000 but that didn't work. She fear-mongered me into paying less. It was like this with the divorce, too.
I still love Deborah...but she doesn't love me. My sugar momma adventures lead to a sour ending and I'm fucking bitter because Debbie still hasn't given me back my Fenty sports bra. I left 6 bottles of champagne in her downstairs fridge which she still has not returned to me. All I ask is that she returns my shit so I can go on with my life.
I'm thinking of finally taking this issue to court. If only I could afford the court fees. My Onlyfans is [REDACTED].
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Deborah Johnson: My Ex Wife
HumorDeborah would be so pissed if she knew you called her Debbie. She hasn't let me call her that since the second year of our marriage. (This was also made in an amino chatroom by the Suicidal Bath Squad. It takes place in the same universe as "My Love...
