Admission of guilt, my friends. For all my brave words, I let my body take over my brain and became violently ill. Had to leave work and come home. Fight off panic attacks all day. Ended throwing up over my deck railing at 8:30 last night.

Had a good friend come and beat into my head what I already know, but need to hear occasionally. I'm trying to take the blame for all this again. I guess it's just my nature. I tucked it up and now I want to fix it. Thankfully, my little 'spew' seemed to have settled my stomach and I was able to sleep last night.

Good fianancial sense or not, I've got to get out of this house.


ME: 54
Him: 51
M: 20 years T: 21 years
OW/New wife: 36
Sons & Daughters: 7 (ages 24-36)
Bomb: March 4, 2010
He Filed: April 28, 2010
I Contested: May 1, 2010
Standing Down: 11/24/10
Divorced : 05/04/2011