“Dana,” you say. “Come down. You woke Pam.”
“Tell Pam to pop her tenth Ativan for the day and shut her hole. I need to think.”
You lean back in the window and assure Pam you’re taking care of it. Then you climb out onto the roof with your ex-wife.
“You can’t keep doing this,” you say.
“When you used to piss me off I’d climb out here and figure it out,” she says. “It’s how I decided to leave you. When I said you could keep the house I didn’t realize Stephen would start fucking up worse than you ever did.”
You ask her why she just doesn’t climb out on Stephen’s roof.
“Stephen doesn’t have roof access,” she says. “All we have is a shared yard but the douche who lives below us is constantly throwing meat into his smoker. Like in the middle of the night even.”
You puff up a little. “Guess leaving me wasn’t the fix-it-all move you thought it was.”
“Please,” she says. “You sucked.”
You sit in silence for a bit before telling her, “We’re re-shingling next week.”
“I just need a couple more nights.”
You climb back into the bedroom and fall asleep. In the morning when you go to your car you look up at the roof and Dana’s gone. Chalked into the shingles is a long list of pros and cons of leaving Stephen. The neighbors will probably complain about the profanity but you’re late for work. You’ll wash it off later.
Happy Ex-Wife On The Roof Again Day!
