Yawn

You thought I would just hit the snooze button, roll over and play dead for a couple more weeks didn't you? I know, you did. It would be typical of me to just ignore everything and everyone while I deal with complicated things far beyond my maturity.

But, hey, I'm all for proving you wrong.

So I have stepped into that proverbial shit pile that accompanies a divorce.

Ha!, and you thought you were getting off easy! Uncontested, bwahahaha. What is that?

Well, yes I mean I thought we could act like civilized adults who were once in a kind of love and produced an amazing kid and now have decided to part ways. I didn't expect any wicked thumbs-up for the MORE THAN GENEROUS settlement I offered, I just wanted an easy out. Something best for everyone involved. Right?

But you didn't get that did ya? Because you want TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH CASEY! Story of your life, you control freak.

Yes, I AM the control freak. That same control freak who has assumed ALL the roles of parenting a child by herself, including paying for the little financial suckhole (god bless him, but his daycare needs to ease up on that hole they are burning in my skirt pocket, seriously.) Kick me if I'm crazy, but I do believe that entitles me to make all decisions relating to the safety of the child I rear. Gladly.

Buut, Buut. He's another persons child too.

Yeh.

No commentary on THAT from me because although I have 'cynical' tattooed above the chard remains of my blackened divorcee heart, nothing ignites the flame within like a comment as such.

So needless to say the past few weeks have been accompanied with many tears, and curses and curses through the tears.

I've been channeling my inner Ivana Trump though so I think I'll be fine.

After all is said and done, I'm moving in with these two.

BINARY SOLO!