So, for the thing I desperately did not want to happen, because I followed the lion-that-left’s wishes, I am the only one that can stand up in court for the actual event.
All my “ef this, I’m leaving the country” plans will have to wait.
No matter, I am leaving the country. Damnit.
The lawyer sent the papers signed by the lion that left so I would have a copy for my records.
It is kind of like the inner workings of your intestines. You know you put stuff into your body and you know some stuff happens as it gets digested, but you really don’t want that much detail about the process. You know for sure that you are going to end up with a pile of sh!t at the end of the day, and really, that’s all you need to know. Indeed, if you could skip the sh!t too, you would.
Tell me again how I got here?
No, I don’t want to know that either.
Posted in 30, DIY Divorce, things I am hoping to forget
If I say it isn’t so, will that make it true?
But she doesn’t answer and she doesn’t call back.
the dog barks, I hope for a minute that it signals a homecoming.
but when I fail, I still want to throw up.
Just in case there is any confusion, I am acting because I have been asked to act, not because this is what I want. Indeed, I have begged for the exact opposite and been denied.
I would still be fighting for a positive resolution, were there anyone to fight by my side.
I have said my last ‘please baby, please.’
I think I’m going to be bitter.
1 + 1 = 1
1 – 1 = 2
