Changing Man

[Gardener]

Hi, friends,

A first venting journaling from this old thread in quite a while.
And I had to rescue this old thread out of the archives to do so.

While I've been over at Surviving the Big D almost exclusively for about a month, (at least in terms of posting about my own sitch), I'm nowhere near the Big D, originally scheduled for December 23rd.

As many of you know, I've postponed it twice by pitching a fit at the "terms."
And as it gets "curiouser and curiouser", I just keep getting "disillusioneder and disillusioneder"

Lies. Obfuscation. Entitlement. "Gimme, gimme, gimme." Slander. Poisoning loved one against loved one.

Law and legal proceedings as a repository for truth and facts? Bullsh!t.

I'm so glad my N.U.T.s kicked in and I ended my "Fine-whatever-let's-just-get-on-with-it-and-get-it-over-with resigned stance.

But it's costing me much more money than I'll ever recoup in any potential new terms (and more money than I even presently have, for that matter). And the last 14 months have already put me in the absolute worst financial position (or lack thereof) that I've been in my entire life.

And I don't care.

And. I. Am. Exhausted.

And I'm sick of people telling me, "man, you look like sh!t!"

You know the old jokes "I'm so broke I can't even pay attention!" and
"I'm so broke I can't afford to spend the night!"

Well, lately, I'm so broke I can't afford to GAL. Rarely leave the house.

As I just told my good friend Serenity (which is what precipitated this p!ssy post):

Speaking of which, I just spent FOUR HOURS assembling, organizing and refuting - in a looong email to my lawyer - all the lies, distortions, history-rewriting, reneged agreements of TGSTBXW (Thank God! STBXW) for Wednesday's showdown that I forced last week by telling 'em all again to go screw two days before D.
I'm exhausted.

Forgive me if I repeat myself, but did I mention last week what TGSTBXW's lawyer had the nerve to write me, directly? Not even through my lawyer?

"This case is unlike others where one party simply deserts the marital asset leaving the other to pay all costs."

Once again, I admit that I don't text and rarely use text-ese, but..
WTF??

That's exactly what this case is!

At least I've got a great lawyer and I've finally told him to take the gloves off (upon which I immediately had to put another big check in his newly-un-gloved hand).

So, we'll see Wednesday morning.

Thanks for listening. I don't feel any better, but definitely less burdened.
Better will come tomorrow.
It usually does with the gift of a new day.

And at least when the house finally sells, my economic woes will be dramatically reversed.

Sorry for the rare whining, but if not here; where?