Don't. Don't. Never do and always don't.
It wasn't one time. It wasn't twice. I was probably gullible a
half dozen 6 times before I learned that I was not helping, I was the hindrance.
Of course it didn't make things go away or my life easier or better when I finally stopped saying "ok" and finally stood up and said "how about not" (those were probably my exact words, the response was totally unfriendly I assure you all).
Why should I... nope, it's not "I" and it shouldn't ever be. That was my problem. It's still my ex's problem.
When the divorce occurred there was a separation between adults, the child was not just collateral damage, the child is the one most affected. So when I was busy thinking of ways not to help out my ex-spouse, I should have been looking at the opportunity to do more things for my kid.
Sure I don't want to handle all of the responsibilities while maintaining only half the visitation (and guardianship). I would rather it was 100% for everything, 100% my kid and 100% my responsibility. When the ex decided to take 50% of the guardianship, she failed miserably to take on 50% of the responsibility. What a shame too... she's going to miss a wonderful kid grow into a wonderful adult.
This isn't the standard story written on this site, it's actually just something that allowed me to vent a little. Sometimes I know that even my ex is nearly computer and Internet illiterate, there is a chance that someone easily more knowledgeable than her finds and shows her this site.
What I don't need, dealing with complaining about my ex and having her read it.
Thankfully she's not that smart... so why not enjoy some "my ex isn't that smart so here are some hotties to take your mind away from it all".
There was a time that I attempted to explain to family about the ex-wife. Friends wanted some explanation. Friends of friends even wanted some scoop or inside information.
Not that my ex-wife is anything more special than any other ex, but the question does arise why the ex became and ex and then when stories of craziness start to flow and the alcohol helps steam roll them... it gets outta control.
I've learned that not saying something isn't the same as saying "nothing". Saying the term "nothing" is a response. Don't respond. Of course you can gossip with your friends and family, you can talk trash and pretend that you are ok and they are ok and everything is going swimmingly, but the truth is that there will always be something there. Always.
So make the something disappear with the assistance of others, alcohol, girls, guys -- if that's your thing, or whatever works for you. Just be mindful that you keep your mouth shut.
Saying nothing is not as bad as saying "nothing".
Lesson over, you deserve some more pictures of hot chicks!
There's a lot to say. A lot. I don't even know where to start, so I won't start. I'm going to wait until I know what to say and how to say it. It's a time of celebration, there are women online to be shared with the viewing audience and that's what I'm focused on for now.
Next week or another time soon I'll tell you about what happens when your ex-wife gets remarried and how it effects... OH LOOK, HOT CHICK PICTURE TIME!
It was my Sunday. Don't be ignorant about this, if you have a child that you do not have 100% custody time with then you know that "my Sunday" means exactly that, "my Sunday".
When it's not my Sunday, I don't have my kid all day.
When it's my Sunday, I have my kid all day.
When it's my Sunday, and the ex wife troll bitch decides that there is an activity that is best for (cringing)our daughter to be performed and the only available time is on my Sunday, it's not fair to me.
It's still fair to my daughter. After all, she's innocent in this. At least she's innocent for the time being.
So what happens? Well, in my case the Sunday morning was thrown into a new schedule because the availability of the appointment. Eventually the appointment proved to be a non-happening. After driving the 30 minutes one-way to learn that the appointment vanished without a trace, it was easy enough to drive back 30 minutes. That's not the point.
THAT'S NOT THE POINT!
It was my Sunday.
After the total time taken away from me equaled less than a full-hour, I felt less bitchy, but still was unhappy with having my Sunday be part of something with another person whom I legally don't need to share my Sunday with anymore (thank you legal divorce!).
Have some hot chicks to help sooth the pain that I endured, having to emotionally deal with the retarded*.
She's going to ask. I'm going to ask. Eventually, the people being asked will get annoyed. It's the circle of life that starts with having multiple people that don't communicate enough, trying to get others that don't communicate at all to speak in order to keep things in control and quiet. Let me explain.
My ex will think about something, it's rare, but she's capable of thought processing even if most of the thoughts are selfish or generally annoying.
Let me restart, less distraction this time.
My ex will think about something like "what school projects are due?" but instead of asking me, or asking my kid, she'll ask the ultimate person responsible for the answer, like a school teacher or administrator. Now because I'm not really looking forward to strange or annoying conversations, I'll ask the teacher or administrator the question, but since I try not to speak with my ex more than necessary she and I will never share our information or knowledge.
Now the admin or teacher or whomever will have the joy of dealing with me and the pain of dealing with her. That's two people asking, probing, interrogating, or just doing what would be considered too much for one family to do. But that one family is segmented now. And that one family is not one family, it's actually a representation of half of the families in a classroom, so instead of having one person from every family, there are multiple and the communication might suck.
Get used to it. It will happen and get worse.
The longer that I've been apart from my ex wife the longer the time between her and I conversing, also the longer between subtle or calm conversations.
It could be helpful to have a full-time mediator. It would save me from having to speak with someone that sounds a little mentally slower than ... well, no time for name calling.
Neither of us is to blame, because it's her fault.
Have a awesome ass to look at, it's way way better than anything my ex wife has had or will have.
This weekend edition of the girls is about hot girls with flat stomachs, because there is true appreciation for those that look the part to be showing off their goodnesses.
Sharing ends when feelings get hurt. That's what divorce has in common with things like death, taxes, bankruptcy, firing, layoffs, depression, and lots of other crappy things. When feelings get involved, which they will (hello it's a divorce!) always get involved, there will be times when things change. Read More » »
The closest I'm getting to a beach party this weekend will be looking at this post, so I thought I would make it a good one.
No ranting. No complaining. No agenda except maybe giving viewers more reasons to come back and maybe advertisers more reason to think about advertising while Google tries to make ad sense (yes, I know adsense is one word and should be capitalized also).
Share your beach party or other party pics, comment below.
There's a medication available to ex-wives that makes them frucking nuts. Not like a little crazy or off, but really wacko. Whatever the medication is, it has several very distinct attributes as to what it does to the consuming ex-wife: nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, constipation, dry mouth, lightheadedness, drowsiness, flushing, sweating, itching, weakness, headache, mood changes, decrease in pupil (dark circle in eye) size, red eyes AND for the extended extra things: fast or slow heartbeat, difficulty breathing, slowed breathing, hives, rash, swelling of the face, roat, tongue, lips, eyes, hands, feet, ankles, or lower legs, hoarseness, difficulty swallowing, hallucinating (seeing things or hearing voices that do not exist), seizures, confusion, fainting, dizziness, loss of consciousness.
That's quite a long list (good thing there's an attractive hottie to look at while checking out the massive list of side effects that Oxycodone or OxyContin). I didn't want to just share the side effects, I want to expand upon the list of side effects of Oxycontin. Read More » »
If you know who Dan Majors is, or have heard of A Father's Nightmare, then you understand a little more than anyone who doesn't have that information. Man. Woman. Even children could learn something from this, though depending on age and state of residence it might be illegal to warn children of their place or situation. Read More » »