A sense of calm has overtaken Primo. I called him from work at lunchtime. "I'm probably going to lose," he said, "but that's OK. At least I'll be losing to someone who worked hard and isn't a jerk. I don't want to go back to my job, but it's a good job and I work with good people. It could be a lot worse."
Wow. Primo. Making the best of it. That is not a skill he learned from Sly and Doris, whose motto, were it to be engraved on a crest, would surely be, "He who whines last whines best." Or maybe, "Nobody is worthy of us." Or, "Everything sucks and I get despondent."
"Isabel sent me a text," he said. "She wished me luck."
Wow! Even Isabel is being gracious. The last we heard from her, in September, when Primo called to remind her that the five years of alimony had come to an end, was that she wanted more money.
Honey. You're an honors graduate from a top school. You signed the decree. You've known from day 1 that the alimony would end. You should have been planning for it.
Primo's best friend Sam called him on Sunday to wish him luck. A bunch of his friends have put messages on facebook wishing him well. We are all hoping.