I met my wife, Rhona, when we were in college together. I made the obviously terrible assumption that the fact she was in post secondary education meant she had a modicum of common sense. We started dating our senior year and after job hunting settled on moving back to her home town after graduating.

At our wedding I met an old friend of hers. Anna. She offered to read my palm.  Weird. I am in construction and I know a few people from that group and they call themselves Roma.

Anna only comes to town every once in a while. She lives in NYC so she doesn't have time to visit since she has an exciting life there. She makes costumes for plays and cosplayers. So we see her maybe four times over the next two years.

Last time she came was Labor Day last year. And that's when it got weird. All of a sudden Rhona starts acting oddly. She starts checking in on me at work. Coming by when I'm working late. Asking to use my phone because hers is almost out of power. That sort of thing.

She finally comes out and accuses me of having an affair. I thought she was joking so I laugh and say that I am not. This sets her off like a Roman candle. Because Anna told her I would laugh it off when Rhona came for the truth.

I laughed because it was ridiculous. I barely had time for a relationship with my wife and my job. I am home all weekend long. When I go golfing her brother is almost always either in my foursome or at the club.

And most important of all I love my wife. I wouldn't do anything to harm her. And yet she takes the word of Anna the psychic seamstress over mine.

She asks me to leave our apartment. I say no because I have nowhere else to go. So she leaves and moves back with her parents. They think she is nuts too.

I spent the next few months working and trying to convince her that I'm not cheating and that I want her to come home.

Finally at the beginning of April Rhona calls me to talk. I say that we should talk through lawyers. She starts to cry and I agree to meet her in public if she will allow me to record our conversation so I can give a copy to my lawyer. She eventually agreed.

Turns out her and her parents hired a private detective to find my affair. Six months and a huge bill later zero evidence of an affair.

She finally believes me and wants to come home. I tell her that our lease is up in July and I already found a job in Denver near my family. She says she would come with me. I respectfully declined. I told her we just weren't right for each other. The truth is I do not want to have my offspring share DNA with this dingbat.

Anyway, I am moving ahead with my divorce. I am gutted that she took her friend's psychic vibrator over mine.

Her family has approached me several times. The last time her dad offered to front us a 25% down payment on a house if I agree to go to marriage counseling instead of just leaving. I politely declined. I cannot be bought.

Rhona is now depressed but I see no way of ever trusting her again. She is young enough she can marry again and wreck some other guy's life.