My TV Movie of the Week

Those of us who lived through the 70s know what that title means. Back in the day before On TV, or HBO and all others, there was the TV movie of the week. Usually after Marcus Welby. Boy, am I dating myself! I am known as MO, and back in the 70s, my first marriage was to a guy with the initials of J.O. (I should have known he would live up to those). We had two daughters, and when they grew up, they had daughters of their own. J.O. and I were married for 21 years. That was really 20 too many. He was mean, jealous, and just plain not nice. He worked on and off, and I finally made him get a good job with insurance and benefits (bad wife). And it was there that he met his current wife. She was married as well, but for some reason, that wasn't enough to stop either of them. They moved out together after about 6 months, then moved back after 2 weeks, claiming they were so sorry. That didn't last, though, and they started in again. She moved out then, and J.O. started going to her house, then coming home, too. They had a fight one night, and she called my house phone (shock, no cell phone) and told me to come pick him up. I didn't , but I had what I thought was her number. She had a different one though. The number I had was her soon to be ex husbands. I started calling leaving choice messages. Poor guy, he had been out and drinking and came home to a barrage of calls from me. I had talked to him once before when I knew they were fooling around again, so he knew who I was. He called me back and gave me the correct number. He sounded so nice and I felt bad. I couldn't see why anyone would leave a nice guy for a J.O. (again, the initials). Anyway, I threw him out when he got home. After a couple of weeks, I called the other scorned one (her soon to be ex) to see how he was doing. That will begin a whole new blog, next time. Stay tuned........