goodbye to Hiram

Ever since the divorce was finally completed on March 31, I knew things were going to change for my BFF.
The girl-child was soon to graduate high school and head to college.
The house's steep mortgage would soon be off her back onto her ex.
Her ex would pay off the credit card debt and remove that burden.

Well, that last one hasn't happened yet.
The divorce lawyer was totally incompetent and didn't add that bit to the final draft of the paperwork. It had been in the previous drafts... just not that final one.
Ernest Herbert Delong, the ex, is still sticking it to his two mistresses, literally, and to my BFF, figuratively. (He has been impotent with her for several years.)
He has continued to shirk his responsibilities. He has not paid the mortgage. He has not paid the insurance on his motorcycle. He has not even paid child support for his daughter. That's a violation of court order and he can find himself in jail for that lapse of judgement on his part.
I hope he will.
Chances are he will not. Chances are that he is in Dubai, shacked up again with the South African adultress. He could go to jail over there for that lapse in judgement, as could she. The folks in Abu Dhabi don't put up with adultery at all.
I hope he will be punished, and that she will be, too.
But who knows how to make that happen?

Tonight, I will spend what will probably be my last night in the house in Hiram. It's for sale and has already been shown multiple times. In fact, an offer has recently been made.
I hope it will sell soon.
But I will miss the loving home Sam decorated for herself and her kids.
They have repainted the rooms downstairs and several of the upstairs rooms, removing the messages on the walls.
"If walls could speak..."
These did.