Today I am taking S10 to the same orthopedic surgeon that I took S13 to for a second, more qualified opinion on his cracked growth plate. I'm not sure how much I shared of the OS that S13 saw... but, he's a total sports medicine guy. He understands their sport, to a surprisingly detailed level, could relate to the instances that led up to and caused the injury, and knew what training programs are required for their participation in the sport. Most importantly, he understood S13's passion for the sport. And, dealt w/him in a most appropriate matter. So, we'll see what kind of treatment plan he gives him.

H continues to be a, well, JACKLOAD (my new word for him - borrowed from a dear friend). He came home yesterday, prior to my having to leave w/S13 for a soccer game, and rattled off a few condescending remarks w/out an acknowledgment (first) of my existence in the room. (sheesh talk about a runon sentence - too tired to fix) I don't respond, just do "my thing". He follows me into my office. Says my name, three times... "MINDFULL, why don't you ever even greet me anymore?" I kept typing, didn't even raise my eyes to meet his. He stomps out.

I really hope this legal SA, now turned petition for divorce, doesn't take longer. May 17th is my planned day. Ferg had a good idea. And, I think I like it. A lot. He thinks I should have H served at the apartment he doesn't think I know anything about... It is pretty genius.

I'm torn between not having the satisfaction of "the conversation" of I know you're f*cking around, I've given this more effort than any fool should, now get the h*ll out of here. AND, just serving the JACKLOAD at the apartment... which speaks volumes. The more I type it, the more I love it.

I need to consider my boys, though. I would get immense pleasure knowing he was served somewhere he thought was sacred, and secret, etc... and, IS NOT. BUT, am inviting trouble? I'm a more, straight-up conversation-type girl. And, if that makes the most sense FOR MY BOYS, I'll do it, w/out the self gratification of the other method.

With all of this chaos, I'm doing a lot for me lately. And, I like it.


Me-46, D-21, S15, S13

After many years w/my head in the sand...
I FILED
Divorced 6/2011

The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.