Chapter 5: Damned Lies

"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics."

Disraeli as attributed by Mark Twain

In this case it turned out to be damned lies. It was way bigger than a lie and I just couldn't find the energy or desire to get the numbers on my wife's infidelity. I mean, does it really mean anything that my wife had been shagging good old Bob 3.7 times a week for the last six weeks? Or that she paid for the hotel room 45% of the time? No, once the gist of the content of the damned lies came out, I just didn't give a shit. As far as I was concerned, once was enough to send my loving wife to eternal perdition.

Some people want to know all the facts and nitty-gritty details about anything. I've never really been that way. Give me the facts and I'll make a decision or derive an opinion. I don't care if Frankie did truly love Johnny ... the fact is she shot him dead when she caught him cheating. Frankie was sure regretful but Johnny was still stone cold dead.

So I didn't ask Jenny for details. I didn't want to know when and how it started. I didn't care if was my fault or not. Jenny cheated, a fact, ergo Jenny was history.