Ugh. The pits today. Nothing WAW did, other than to be WAW, but I had to ask for the child support early and...f**k...*sigh*...the having to ask..... Like @alive was saying...the loss if control. And even if it wasn't that, the mere asking is just another farking reminder.... How is it that being married, the condition of married-hood, isn't this all-consuming - you go thru the day "being" married but not infinitely conscious of being married - but every godd*m moment of the day now is a "divorcing" moment. I mean, I'm talking to this guy about doing some part-time teaching for him, and I have to explain why it is, exactly, that I'm willing to drive 2 hours each way three times a week to teach an hour each of those days for slave-wage. "Well there's this divorce you see....". When do I get to not be someone who's getting divorced? Faaaaaaaaa ... K! I feel like I'm coming down with something. It's sapping my mojo. Pffeh.
