PART 7: My husband’s girlfriend sits in my salon chair every Thursday at two, tips me twenty dollars, and tells me everything he’s planning. She has no idea whose wife is holding the scissors. This week, with foils in her hair, she told me exactly what he’s putting in my name before he files for divorce.
PART 7 — THE MAN BURIED UNDER RAYMOND’S NAME “Raymond Mercer may not have been the man buried at his funeral.” For several seconds, I couldn’t speak. I looked at …
PART 7: My husband’s girlfriend sits in my salon chair every Thursday at two, tips me twenty dollars, and tells me everything he’s planning. She has no idea whose wife is holding the scissors. This week, with foils in her hair, she told me exactly what he’s putting in my name before he files for divorce. Read More