He was anxiously waiting the new year for the first time in a while. Right before Christmas Tag’s divorce became final. No more honey-do lists. No more living like a slave to that winey, demanding bitch. Glad they didn’t have any kids; he would never have to see her again.
Tag made a list of all the things he wanted to accomplish during the year. First and foremost was to quit that job he never wanted in the first place, which he did on New Year’s Eve. Sure, Tag made good money, but it was mostly for Shelly and her shopping habit.
Tag managed to save enough so he was able to move to the Pacific coast, a place he loved. He bought a house on a hill overlooking the ocean. A small local paper was hiring, and Tag wrote a column twice a week.
Two months into the job, Shelly showed up at his door with news.
“So much for my life,” he said, as she walked in the door.