NYPost- “It was the first weekend where my soon-to-be ex had custody of the kids, and I just didn’t know what to do,” says the Atlanta-based mom of two of that weekend. “The house was so quiet and lonely, and I just wanted to talk to somebody who would get it.”
After mentally rifling through her contacts, she thought of the perfect person: Valerie Shepherd, her ex’s ex-wife. The two had briefly met at parties over the years but never had a serious one-on-one conversation.
“I sent her a message on Facebook, asking how she handled the first time without her son,” says Miller. “Within minutes, I’d gotten a message back, telling me to pack my bag and come over to stay the night.”
Five years on, the women are still pals and have paired up for a book, “The Ex-Wives’ Guide to Divorce” .
“We barely talked about our mutual ex, Corey, on that first meeting, which is the fact that blew most people’s minds,” says Miller. “Instead, Valerie helped me with divorce and mediation logistics, and helped me see I would be OK.”
The girls’ weekend turned into text exchanges, phone calls and even road trips with their kids.
“Corey was the catalyst — within seconds we were talking about how complicated certain mediation forms were,” says Miller.
This is honestly the most "siggggh....women..." story of all time. There is nothing females love more than bonding over mutual hatred, and nothing makes them more vengeful and scorned than past lovers. If there's one way to make sure two women get along it's by them having shared the same penis. I am not questioning these broads' preference to spend time with each other. I'm not even saying that all they talk about is their ex-husband. I'm just saying there is some inherent connection that the fairer sex develops from taking the same dick. It's the strangest damn thing. They say to truly know know a man you have to walk a mile in his shoes, but it seems the only way to truly know a women is to walk a mile inside of her panties.
It's almost as if each failed relationship with a man is like a near death experience to a woman. Traumatic in a way that can only be understood by it's other victims. I feel like it would take 5 minutes for them to cope with the commitment-phobic men of their past if each of those men had an AA-style support group where they all just eased each other's minds by telling eerily similar tales of dates, fights, and sexual experiences gone wrong.
Can you ever imagine sitting alone in your house, looking for someone to hangout with, and voluntarily deciding to rifle through a list of people that have fucked your ex-girlfriend? I think I speak for the entirety of my gender when I say that sounds like a goddamn nightmare, and it's something this batty old broad CHOSE to do while basking in the peace and quiet of an empty house. I would have been half naked with a beer in the hand that wasn't placed firmly on my balls, and this chick is scrolling through the mental rolodex of her former competition. I know men are from Mars and women are from Venus, but I'll never understand the proclivity they feel towards their ex's exes on their planet. Maybe they are located just a littttle too close to the sun.