A co-worker of mine, but mostly friend, came to my desk about 9:15 after I came in from a doctor’s appointment last Thursday, and said she heard my X “-” was asked to resign. He is a commissioner of a department in our state government. He is only in year two or three of a six-year term.
She heard it at Zumba.
Why? Did someone tell on him? Do they finally know he’s been seeing one of his employees, living with her, in fact, and her three school-aged children? Do they know they succumbed to their passion for each other on a departmental trip? Is that it, or something else?
The Zumba mole said the rumors were that he and his girlfriend went on an unauthorized “business” trip together. Apparently it’s scandalous over there. The gf stopped working for him a month or two ago and got a position at a place where they met originally, about eight years ago.
There was a cryptic article in an obscure online news source that detailed how “-” and his lawyer came to see the governor, had a meeting, then the lawyer “whisked” “-” away. Hmmm…very crime drama-ish. Since I made such a point of not hearing about his life, I don’t know anything concrete about this, just the rumor.
Then my boss heard similar gossip at something he attended.
I finally emailed “-” and said I couldn’t sign a pending home equity loan modification because of the rumors that he had lost his job. He wrote back that wile he wouldn’t “respond to rumors…” it was a fact that the governor accepted his resignation.
Well, that’s one way to spin it, I guess.
I AM ELATED THAT THE FUCKER APPARENTLY WAS ASKED TO RESIGN. THE REASON IS OF NO IMPORT TO ME.
I AM SCARED SHITLESS THAT MY X APPARENTLY HAS NO JOB TO PROVIDE INCOME FOR OUR JOINT PROPERTY AND TUITION FOR OUR COLLEGE-AGED DAUGHTER.
He had asked me to keep it quite when he told me about his girlfriend last March. He said if people found out, he could lose his job. If he lost his job, there would be no vestment of his retirement money (vesting was scheduled for 4/16, of which I would get at least half as a parting gift) and our family would lose his income.
Don’t you see how it was really ALL up to me? No? Me neither.
Oh, and I’m also not supposed to tell our daughter that he’s lost his job until he can tell her in person over Thanksgiving break. Again, my secret to keep or fuck up. He knows she has friends with parents who know him and might ask her about it, right?
And all of this isn’t “tawdry.” He is “just living his life.”
The silver lining: He has finally agreed to reach out to my lawyer (who he refused to deal with all this time because he didn’t like him) with a divorce settlement proposal he drafted over the summer, but had not shared, because I was “not ready to receive it.” Gag. The untamed judgmentalist.
There are other juicy details, and near-emergency issues, but that’s the gist.
Te he, thinking with your dick lost you your family and your prestigious job. But now, motherfucker, go get another job asap; you have responsibilities.