About letting go: my head fills with the image of my W being intimate with someone else, and it feels like a giant fist punching me in my face, and I want to just stop existing.
How did I get here? Was I really doomed from the day I met her? I think I was. I was fated to fall in love, and we were fated to break up. Everything that led to this point, I think was set in motion long before. Possibly long before I was even born. All the family history that led to who I am and who she is.
JR-- yes, I believe she can just have me sign saying I got the docs. I told her this, but she disputed it so I just let it be. As I said before, I don't want to do this for her, it's her deal, she already feels suffocated by me, so I'm not going to help her divorce me too. I did learn that to have me served by mail, she needs me to sign for certified mail from the mailman. Our mailman typically comes by during the day when I'm at work, so she'll have to ask the mailman to come back for me in the evening. I think in our town and in our neighborhood, the mailman would do something like that. So, that's what I expect.
I looked at a website that shows calendars for various ways to split up the week for the kids. Some of them look really confusing. 2-2-3 looks best to me. I'd guess that's the most popular one.
Me: 50, MLC/WW 45 Young kids Nov 2015: BD1 Apr 2016: BD2 Jan 2017: W filed Feb 2017: D final