I'm so embarrassed that I missed your joke, IHJ. Looking back, it was very clever. As someone who normally picks up even the most subtle joke, I think it's fair to say that my sense of humor is dulled somewhat by my frustration with my situation.
Last night, as we were falling asleep, she said she was still mad at me for how crappy I was the night before. H: I was "crappy" for 10 seconds. You were bitchy the whole night. W: But I apologized! H: And that makes it all right? In that case, sorry about my crappy behavior last night. Now you can't be mad, right? (silence) H: I'd like to go out Saturday night. W: As long as it's free.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
I'm also thinking of telling her that we should stop going to the MC. As long as she's convinced that the only one who needs to change is me, it's a waste of time and money. Apparently, all she needs to do is remember to touch me a couple of times, in "safe" areas.
Well, friends, I'm off to meet a lawyer. (No, not for the reason you think). It seems that I got my raise just in time for it to be considered in the Modification of Child Support Motion my ex-wife is threatening to file. It seems that [insert your higher power of choice here] has decided to really fark with me.
Hairdog, who, in spite of all the crap he's swimming through, is in a pretty good mood today. It could be worse. I could be in Texas.
