Im so sick of this crap with her, it makes me wanna puke.
Sadly, me too Not yours; my own.
I had a STBXW calling and emailing all week long to tell me the final hearing is the 13th of next month. I already knew that. My L told me.
That and a bunch of stuff about how she was glad to know me and good luck on my new life, blah, blah, blah.
I ignored all the emails and calls until today because I had nothing to say.
Tommorrow is my birthday, so I finally decided to go ahead and talk to her.
W. What are you doing? TH: Trying to get the house ready before everybody comes over tomorrow. W. Who's coming over. TH. Well, my parents for starters. W. Oh, that's right it's your birthday. TH. <silence> W. You there? TH. This doesn't make any sense... W. It makes sense. Our marriage... TH. Let me finish. W. OK. TH. We're not going to be buddies. W. Did you read my last note? TH. You wanted a divorce, we're getting divorced, and I don't feel like there is anything left to talk about. W. Alright. Take care. TH. Bye.
So... you see...sometimes... if you don't pull back, they will wear you down until you lovingly embrace divorce yourself. As much as I value marriage, as much as I believe it takes strength and character to make it work, I am not up to somebody reminding me of how they are in control and bent on divorce on the eve of my birthday for no good reason.
Brutal. Are you okay? Sounds like your a little down. I mean a little. Man, there will be someone better, there will be.
Not yours; my own.
