Well, Spitfire, here's the (kinda) funny part: My L is a personal friend of mine, so he's kinda tucked the pregnancy/abandonment/adultery thing under his sleeve; it's kinda the ace in the hole, if you catch my drift. Obviously, H bears the responsibility of telling his L the skinny. And maybe he has. But does it sound to you like he has? Not to me. But maybe I'm the insane one, after all.
Anyway, if H's L isn't aware of everything (which I would be *really* shocked if he isn't), then I guess he will be by the end of next week. Then maybe he'll be smart enough to sit H down and tell him that he might want to reconsider going to court. 'Cause I'm like you (and I think any decent L is, too): I don't know how many judges are gonna look too kindly upon what H is doing (not unless the judge has done it himself, and that's always possible, eh?).
And BTW, I'm so jealous of you!!! Would you have one (or three) Miller Lites for me?? Please? Please? Purty pleeeease???
And BTW, I'm so jealous of you!!! Would you have one (or three) Miller Lites for me?? Please? Please? Purty pleeeease???
A glass of merlot being passed to you...red wine is better for you when you are preggo...
Okay, now if you do end up going to court (and I really don't wish this on you, you know that!!)...you must promise and I MEAN promise honey...that you will waddle your damn sexy ass in there...and I mean waddle, holding your back up with your hand...work it good honey...I'm sorry...I just think waddlers are so damn cute...always wanted to have the preggo waddle when I was pregnant, thought it was cute...just couldn't do it...
Let's just say your H is supposed to disclose everything to him. Doesn't mean that he will...I remember taking in exHs love emails from ow and oh my favorite little piece of ammunition...a printout of his profile from adultfriendfinders...uh huh...if you have BEEN to the site...you are quite familiar...silly man...used his AOL account and of course I knew the password...warning use a pw that noone would think of...especially your W who knows you pretty damn good...used the same stupid pw on the site...oh that was priceless...my L loved it...and his L was our business attorney...even she got a kick out of the sleaziness. We never made it to court, we had everything finalized in mediation...funny those little pieces of paper put in front of him...gave him a small check...he stopped asking for things he knew he wasn't getting (ie. the house, car, money, furniture...blah blah blah).
Rants are *never* obnoxious ... especially written by someone who's drinkin' my favorite beer. I'll rub my belly for you if you belch really loud for me!!
Hang in there. The night's just beginning ... and unlike what it'll be like for me (boring and sober), it could get purty wild for you!!
(And I'm hoping I'll enjoy my little boy. I'm kinda anxious, honestly. I'm not a "boy-type" girl...if that makes any sense. Transformers, Batman, the great outdoors, bikes ... ugh. None of it becomes me. Where's a H/father when you need one??)
Okay, now if you do end up going to court (and I really don't wish this on you, you know that!!)...you must promise and I MEAN promise honey...that you will waddle your damn sexy ass in there...and I mean waddle, holding your back up with your hand...work it good honey...I'm sorry...I just think waddlers are so damn cute...always wanted to have the preggo waddle when I was pregnant, thought it was cute...just couldn't do it...
LMFAO, Sassy. Omigod. I got hit with the pregnant waddle a little early -- some issue that has to do with the joint where my pelvis bone meets being all outta whack, which makes my pelvis all outta whack -- but I'm trying to cover it up...I'm walking around like I have a freakin' corncob stuck up my a$$. That's hard to hide, but I'm trying! I swear, the sacrifices we make.
Oh, I can't *wait* to drop my H's cell phone records in front of him. I have to wonder if H even remembers that he and OW talked 13 times on Nov. 3. Hmmm. He'll be reminded, I guess. What a jacko!
And thanks for the Merlot, GF! Wish you could really pass it through the computer monitor, like on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!! Wouldn't that rock??!!
Oh,just you wait. Little boys love their mommy's in very special, very unique ways. You can expect that he will probably be pretty active. Little boys "play" differently than little girls. Promise me this. Don't girlify your boy. I had a good friend who had 2 girls and then a boy. Her son would come over to play and she's start talking about his "panties". I'd have to yell at her. "Carol, little boys do not wear panties! They wear underpants, or scivvies, or shorts. Just not panties!" She was very use to how her 2 girls were so this boy kinda threw her. He will bring you great joy... and your daughters too. I predict they will love him!
Taste great...Less filling? Not sure but going down nicely.
Spit
Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest. Mark Twain
And thanks for the Merlot, GF! Wish you could really pass it through the computer monitor, like on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!! Wouldn't that rock??!!
What are friends for? Hmmm...Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...could the river be chocolate martinis? And could Johnny Depp feed us Tiramisu...okay...my bad...good night!!
It's a deal, GF! No girlifying here! That's one of my H's biggest concerns, too. Of course if he was *that* concerned, he should've stuck around. But that's neither here nor there. He said, "What are you gonna do? Dress him up in dresses and teach him how to paint? You can teach him how to ride a bike. That's easy." Ackhole. He can KMA. That's easy, too.
Anyway, I try to remain as "gender neutral" as possible with my kids. My minor in college was Women's Studies, and whereas that paid off for my daughters (who I allow to mess around with makeup and fingernail polish and all that garbage -- no offense to anyone; even I use the stuff sometimes ), I'll have to be careful with my boy. Of course, my dad and brother are nearby; they won't let me screw up too badly.
...but I promise that I will not refer to his underpants as panties. I can *definitely* promise that one!
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This is very true. I am so in love with my S4, and he can be incredibly sweet to me. I don't think you can do too much damage because their "boyness" will come out no matter what you do. However, if you get him calling his underwear "panties" he'll surely be ridiculed by other kids!
My S4 (almost 5) is pretty boyish and loves cars, sticks, mud and riding things, but he also loves cooking (real and pretend), reading, and apparently dressing up in heels and a purse at daycare! (he had us all rolling at thanksgiving, seriously discussing his problems with some of the purses that have latches "with the little balls", and how he could only wear the heels when he wore his velcro sneakers to daycare)
Has your L discussed your chances at alimony, and for how long you might get it? My L said that here in MD, it was usually only granted short term, until you can get to be self supporting, and also that it wasn't generally given when you've only been married a few years. She said I could have a chance since my salary is about 75% of H's, but my salary alone is pretty good. I didn't think it was worth it to pursue because I knew H would fight it, and it was pretty low on my list of things worth fighting about.
PS: in answer to your earlier question, nothing really new in my sitch, but I think I'm finally almost ready to give up on H. Sadly, and reluctantly, I must accept that my belief that he's a better person than this was wrong. In happier news, we're picking up our new adopted puppy tomorrow! (a 6 mo. golden retriever mix of some kind). I had to euthanize my oldest dog in October, and now need a new emergency backup dog since the last one got promoted when the old guy died.
Hey ladies. Feeling kinda blue a minute ago and you all made me smile. Preggo, boys are way different and don't worry they come by it naturally. I have two and I occasionally marvel at those people with little, quiet girls. Bet yours don't climb to the top of their bunkbeds and leap off just for the hell of it.
