As Chuck’s luck would have it, the divorce settlement turned out to be extremely one sided with nearly everything being given to his now ex-wife. The house, the savings, most of the furniture and even the car, now belonged to – HER Yes, the car that was barely a year old that Chuck had saved so feverishly for so as to own it out right from day one. But Chuck was determined not to let this disastrous turn of events ruin his life. He would pick himself up by the boot straps, formulate a plan, execute it faithfully and begin a new life far better than fate had dealt him so far. The way Chuck saw it; his luck had to change for the better for it could not get any worse.
For two long grueling years, Chuck stuck to his plan that was to pave the way to a happy and cursed free life. He worked two jobs tirelessly to double his take home pay. He lived in a tiny studio apartment with only the bare essentials to get by on. Even foregoing the luxury of owning a car, Chuck would peddle to where he needed to go on an old bicycle he picked up at a garage sale. Living off of peanut butter sandwiches, soup and cereal however, was starting to pay its toll on Chuck and he realized that it was now or never to complete the mission he started some two years earlier. Going over his money accounts and the data of the bold but strategically bought stocks and other high yield investments he had parleyed along the way, he was more than pleasantly surprised to see how rapidly and to the extent his new wealth had grown. Yes, the time had come to complete his objective; to start a fresh and get the last laugh on – HER.
Some three years earlier Chucked had discussed with his then wife, the thought of selling their house in the near future and buying a new home in an upscale new community which was still in the planning stages, but would be located on the other side of town. Though she had loved the thought of living in a brand new and more luxurious house, the idea was flatly rejected by his wife on the grounds that it would be too great of a distance from her mother and that the almost daily visits and little shopping sprees, was not something she was willing to give up. This was precisely why Chuck’s grand plan and the two years of self sacrifice was so worth it; for he was now going to buy his own house in that very community.
The legal dealings had been fully completed and the day had arrived where Chuck was finally moved into his brand new home, accompanied with all new furniture and a new car in the garage. He felt proud that he had fulfilled his dream, reached his goal and that his luck had finally turned to the good side for once. Chuck was excited at the thought of making new friends and wondered who would be moving into the houses on either side of his which had also been newly purchased. Saturday morning came and looking out his window, Chuck noticed two moving vans, one on each side of his house. Oh boy, he shouted, new neighbors! He hurried outside to give each a warm greeting when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. On his left he recognized the figure of a woman he thought he would never lay eyes on again, his ex mother-in-law who was scolding the movers for nearly dropping her Victorian style red velvet couch trying to get it through the front door. This can’t be happening to me, Chuck was saying to himself in total mis belief, and then he turned to the house on his right. His heart nearly stopped. Carrying a lamp in one arm and her poodle in the other, was – HER, the ex. Chuck, shaking his head, slumped back into his house muttering; it’s a shame, it’s just a crying shame.
Just a little one page story taken from a humorous book I’ve been writing for about a year now, which is almost done. There are several “It’s a crying Shame – the ongoing saga of bad luck Chuck” stories scattered about in the book just for fun. The poor guy never gets a break.