So,

I am officially divorced. It [censored], but there is nothing I can do about it but move on.

After I posted Thursday, I went into court. She almost did not make it into court on time, and the clerk/lawyer/whatever said the case was going to be dismissed if she didn't get there by the time the judge came out, even though we were last on the docket.

She shows up, in the nick of time, and sits on the opposite side of court.

She is not well put together at all (Some said this was on purpose, but w/e)

No Makeup, Hair not done, dressed pretty poorly. This is not how she has been dressing as of late. This is how she looks when she is in depression. (She told me Wed she was 'very sad' and 'can't stand to be alone, that is why I spend so much time with X'

Well, I would be surprised if she told me she was depressed. She was wearing an infinity scarf (She also wore one Sunday when I dropped off the kids and I was like...huh)

Now I see why. She was attacked by a vampire. HUGE bite mark right on her throat and 3 on her neck. REAL CLASSY.

Well, onto the case...um....her D paperwork was never ACTUALLY FILED. YEAH, we were set to get a Separation only. OH HELL NO. We scrambled, filled out new paperwork, got it notarized, and filed just in time. She tells me how nice and handsome I looked. I just said 'Thanks'.

We enter back into the courtroom, and she sits next to me, about a person width away. I catch her out of the corner of my eye staring at me several times. I look over at her and give her a 'what?' face. She says "you have something on your shoulder" and brushes it off.

One case is putting us to sleep. I draw a bunch of zzzzs on some paper and flip it over for her to see, she smiles and stifles a laugh (first time we shared a laugh in a while and it is while getting divorced)

A short while later, I catch her staring at me again? It's one of those, as I would describe "this [censored]" looks.

I lean over, smack her arm playfully and whisper "Cheer up. You'll be divorced soon. You're getting what you wanted"


So, it is finally our case, and it goes fairly smoothly. Until child support. The judge looks it over and turns to me and says Mr. Jmstl, you want me to approve this? (we asked for no child support or alimony)

He turns to her and says Ms. Jmstl, this isn't fair and equitable.

At this point, she starts to turn pale, and that slight smirk she had on her face quickly fades. She knows what is about to happen.

You see, during this process she kept throwing in my face that she was being nice by not asking for support. I never argued, but I would simply respond 'review form 14' and leave it at that.

I make less than her. I pay half of all the expenses. I get the children 50% of the time. AND I carry the insurance. This is where she knows she is about to get bent over. The judge says he is going to order her to pay child support...to ME! A small grin crosses my face, while her's turns red. When he asks if that is a problem to her, her voice cracks as she said it was no problem at all (it was, and I know she is broke again, after blowing through all the money she got from the house sale).

Because I am not a jerk, and because I don't want to stick it to her too bad, when the judge asks if I am okay with the amount, I told him that we had come up with a plan and it worked well for us.

He said it did not work well for him, and I was getting screwed, and I was entitled to X amount, and I couldn't just leave it, that she HAD to pay something. I finally said 'I feel covering the cost of insurance for the children would be fair and equitable' (This is about 1/4 of what I could have gotten). The judge agrees, and we are divorced.

We walk out together, she wishes me a good trip with the kids, and says she has to go to the bathroom. Her face is red and her eyes are welling with tears. (I won't mind read why)

I am outside first. I am standing outside and see her leave, but she doesn't see me. She is shuffling her feet, shoulders slumped, and then she hits the corner and turns around, as if looking for someone (probably her new bf)

I head to work. She texts later and claims to have a flat tire and asks me to get the kids, and says she would ask her mom if I couldn't

I tell her I can't and that If I didn't have to spend the rest of my PTO on getting divorced I would have been happy to.

Turns out, she got them herself, but not until real late.

I feel bad for her. I have no expectations but I can only imagine from her words and actions she is starting to realize the full gravity of the situation.

I packed up the car and went fishing for a great weekend


Married 9: Together 11
M:37 W:35
S:2 D:7
Bomb dropped 6/3/2017
W moved out 7/1/2017
Separation Filed: 8/1/2017
Modified to Divorce: 8/21/2017
Divorced: 10/5/2017