Inauguration

Dr. Sam recommended that I start journaling. Journaling is a pain in the ass, but it's good -- I suppose -- to get random thoughts out of my head.

This is in no way going to be anywhere near as entertaining or articulate as my other blog. Well, for now, I suppose. Divorce can become funny in the long run. Right now, very little is funny about it. 

After 18 years of marriage and 21 years together, Bill and I are done. Poof. Kaput. Shit's about to get real though. I'm just going to initially use this space to catalog the shit that pisses me off through this whole process:
- I really really hate this roller coaster, not helped at all by asshole behavior.
- This douche is refusing to disclose his assets. Okay then. We can do this the hard way: we can do disclosure or discovery. You choose.
- So rude! And the most amicable asshole on the planet. He is nasty with nice words. I guess because he uses please and thank you it's okay to be a total jerk.
- Gabby riding in the front seat. For real, my head almost exploded. Now I have to be in the fun position of asking the kid which part of the car she rode in...
- He is being intractable for the sake of it, which drives me batshit. Child support etc is due on the 10th and the 25th but he is refusing to pay until the first business day after the 10th... just because he can.

Soooo much more. The maddeningness of it. Ugh.