Paint it Black (OH Heck No, Paint it PINK!)

[WenikiTiki]

Today was a wierd day. We got up, from our separate rooms, and I made us waffles. We discussed our plan of attack for yard work. It rained, so I packed boxes for a couple hours then we ate lunch and both worked in the yard. In the middle of this I went and hid in my room for a few minutes because the working together was making me sad.

Yes, MORE CRYING! Tears running down my face, ludicrous tears. My son called and was being a pill about what time we were going to take the boat out tomorrow with some of my friends. So I asked STBX could he help out and he informed me that he isn't allowed to go out sailing with me. OW gets really upset about him spending time with me.

So we can live in the same house, I can buy his darn bananas, we can sit like bumps on a log and watch TV together, I can cook his darn dinner every night, but we can't go sailing together. Well that is as clear as mud.

So let me shout this to the world: I have done the last thing ever for that nincompoop. If he thinks we are going to be friends when this is all over he had better think again. Because friends can go sailing together. But I don't have any friends who expect me to buy all their food and cook it for them.

I seem to be a little slow at learning these lessons. but this one I finally get. He keeps bringing up that I am spenging his hard earned money. And I'll be darned but everytime he says it I can hear her saying it.

So if we are days away from our divorce being final, when does it quit being his hard earned money and go to being HIS and MINE? Does he think that as long as we are sharing the house I will just keep acting like his servant?

And everytime I bring up solutions to how we are going to deal with our living arrangement he throws out that we will have to change the paperwork. Somehow he has missed the point that the divorce papers he signed are not something that we can change.

I suggested we sell the boat now so we can afford for one of us to move out of the house. (I think it should be him, since he is the one who is taking virtually nothing with him,) And he got all worked up that the papers say he gets the boat. And he never wants to go out in the boat, has gotten weirder and weirder about itm so why not sell it and free up the $1000 a month it costs us in insurance and slip fees?

We have no idea how long it will take for the house to sell. And I can't see how we can be divorced and live in the same house. it is unfair to me, my friends are not comfortable coming over. I can't bring a date over. I don't even feel comfortable talking on the phone with him around.

And when he pretends like I am his secretary/housekeeper/chef it gets under my skin. The other day he got a special offer for a sailing magazine. He handed it to me and said maybe we should subscribe. Words failed me. It hurt me beyong belief. We bought our boat because we were going to retire and sail around the world. Together.

I threw myself into it heart and soul. Not realizing that it isn't my job to make him happy, it is his job. There are some days when I ponder just taking the boat and doing the circumnavigation by myself. (Okay,I would find a cute first mate to bring along....)

Ok, time to sleep. Do you think if I bought that "No More Tears" kids shampoo it would work?