fatrockstar: (jokermartha)
I have determined that whatever is causing my sore throat is INSIDE this house. I don't know what it is or how I can pinpoint it, I just know that my throat is sore to the point where singing is difficult and I often have a dry cough. In addition to that I am also suffering from super-dry sinuses and my eyes are intermittently on fire. This overall pain and discomfort is very frustrating because I know my dad would like to hear from me and I also have a gig on Sunday afternoon to sing for. I can't have long conversations with a glass throat.

All this started to escalate after PAX, which is also when temperatures broke 80 here. Now that it's rainy and in the 60s I thought for sure it would calm down. Noop.

It's not Martha, either. I was having this problem before she came to live with us and it hasn't become worse by being near her. Is it a moisture thing? I'm worried that if I turn on my humidifier and I'm wrong it could make everything worse. I have a huge fear that my crawlspace, which I have not ventured into for a Very Long Time, is a biosphere all its own and has finally outgrown the space beneath my house to infect me with its alien micro-organisms.

Speaking of Martha, she is painfully adorable. She is also painfully codependent and follows me everywhere, chirping at me in her squeaky little meao. I am concerned I will end up with two cats anyway, which will upset me, but I don't want to traumatize an animal with endless hours of loneliness she doesn't want.

So far we haven't really established a Grady-esque rapport. The only things that really come through are LOVE ME and WATCH ME EAT. We'll get there, I'm sure.

I pulled a white corset out of the dark corners of my closet and decided I was going to fuck with it. Why not, right? I spent $40 on it for my wedding back in '02 and have worn it maybe once since. At first I considered spray painting it red and doing the WW motif, but that's way too predictable. Instead I ripped off the tacky lacy trim and am painting it a lovely royal blue. Maybe I'll add some new trim if I have something worthwhile here in the house, but for now it's drying in the garage.

My new washing machine arrived this week and will take some getting used to. Instead of standard washing machine noises this one sounds like it's heaving during the wash cycle. I honestly thought for a moment that it was going to vomit my clothes all over the interior of my laundry room. That would have been terrifying.

I've been thinking about my former in-laws a lot lately. I put away Nate & Karen's wedding party photo a long time ago, but the last family picture they sent me is still up on my wall along with photos of other family members I don't get to see very often or at all. I'm pretty sure a lot has changed since the last time we heard from each other. The more time that passes the more awkward it seems to reach out and say hello, but life goes on. I don't want to make things uncomfortable for the Blues. Despite my ex's past behavior, I still love them and want them to be peaceful and happy.

Has anyone using Netflix seen The Hard Times of RJ Berger? I finished season 1 and loved it. Season 2 isn't available for streaming, which sucks, but I'm digging it. Word to the wise: I like strange television. My recommendations are not solid.

Done and done

Tuesday, 15 February 2011 20:04
fatrockstar: (madmen)
I received papers in the mail a couple of weeks ago from the mediator of my divorce. They were signed by a judge but presented without context. I figured I would wait for an email or further paperwork but none came, so I emailed the woman.

I have been officially divorced since January 21, 2011. 12-21-2002 to 1-21-2011. A little over eight years, three of them without Garret anywhere but in pixels on my computer screen.

It's a relief and a little sad. I'm also a little pissed that it took as long as it did. Neither one of us knew what to expect from the process other than signing papers and a court date, and the mediator was incredibly unhelpful. Since we first met up with her back in '07 her practice has grown and her calendar is so packed she doesn't answer her email for days. I would not be surprised if the money we gave her financed that. Would it have killed her or her assistant to include a note with that paperwork saying "this paperwork indicates your divorce was final on 1/21. Thanks and have a nice day?" All this could have been avoided and several hundred dollars saved had we been given a little guidance. Since the first filing I can't tell you how many people I've heard say "our divorce was easy - we just filed X, paid our $250, and got it all done by fax. No lawyers or anything!" Well, good for you.

I have a small box of Garret's things at my house that I'm sure he'd want if he knew about them. He was always more sentimental than me about certain things. I miss my in-laws still and think about them now and then.

But yeah... it's done. I wish I'd known sooner so I could have a party or something.


Wednesday, 22 September 2010 14:38
fatrockstar: (The Man in Black)
I got an email today from the mediator handling our divorce paperwork.

I mailed my signed papers in in JULY -- how long does it take to get divorced in Washington, anyway? Why did it take so long to hear back? Everything was already settled and property divided, and all that needed changing was the date. I'm very confused as to why it took for-fucking-EVER to get this paperwork back to us.

Again, we have a list of court dates that mean absolutely nothing to either of us. The first one isn't even 90 days out -- it's in February of 2011! I get to file married-taxes for yet another year. Super.

We are uncontested, no kids, assets divided and issues resolved. We haven't even been in the same room together since November 2007 or earlier. I'm still dumbfounded why it was filed in King County again. It would have been faster and easier to just file it in Lincoln County, where divorce-by-mail is common and doesn't require a court appearance. It wasn't my decision, though. I'm not the one with the funds to do it.

That we have court dates at all is still progress. Figuring out how to navigate the whole thing is another story.
fatrockstar: (madmen)
It's been a while since I have actually seen my soon-to-be-ex-husband. Such a long time that I'm not entirely sure how I'd feel about being in the same room with him anymore. I'm sure I'd feel something, but it wouldn't be overwhelming or dramatic. I haven't given him a lot of thought lately.

After weeks of dealing with my back injury I was finally able to meet with Fish, a mutual friend of ours, to get the last of the divorce paperwork. We had a nice visit, he talked about his kids and his new job. Fish is a nice guy. It was quite the coincidence to find out he and his wife are active at the same judo dojo Ken attends.

Fish didn't volunteer any information about Garret other than the paperwork, so I don't expect he will volunteer any information about me, either. The only thing he said was that he liked both of us and was very sad we had to go through all this mess. I thanked him for that. The only thing I could say in response was "We'll all be okay. I'm sure Garret is fine -- he was fine before I came along and can take care of himself. It's been too long for me to say anything else about that."

When I got home I signed the papers and sealed them in the prepaid envelope they came in. It was very anticlimactic. My only concern now is if I will be notified when it is final.

I lost a lot of friends in the split. I lost family I cared very much about. They seem to be doing fine -- my BIL/SIL have since had a baby boy, giving the family something new and positive to focus on. I try to extend positive wishes their way with holiday cards, but it's awkward. I don't really have anything that binds me to them anymore but that and my desire to stay in touch. My MIL sent me a pic of her new grandson on Santa's lap with a happy note, for which I am grateful. He's very cute.

If I had any wish in the world about my in-laws, it would be that we could still have the occasional lunch or phone call where we could catch up and visit like nothing awful ever happened. I don't know if that's possible without re-establishing speaking terms with Garret. Will that ever happen? Who knows. All I can say for sure is if he called, I'd be civil -- maybe even friendly. He knows this, I think.

The paperwork goes in the mail this afternoon, and three months from now it will be over. It seems like it's already been over for a very long time anyway. I'm okay with that.
fatrockstar: (cookie monster)
I got paperwork in email today. Many of my questions have been answered. I am still very unsettled when I see his name in my Inbox. I miss my in-laws. They probably hate me, I don't know. I wish I had handled my SIL's pregnancy better, but it was just not something I could handle at the time. I hope they are all happy and healthy.

So... better late than never.
fatrockstar: (happykid)
I told him I barely remember him, but Jerry seems to think I was his girlfriend. If he thinks this, all the apologies in the world won't atone for me saying "sorry, I don't really remember you that well." Well, I remember him vaguely at best. We were kids in a place I would rather forget altogether.

In other news, my ex and his co-conspirator are now both on Facebook. I would never have known if a) Facebook had not suggested one of them to me, and b) someone in my circle of friends hadn't friended Garret. As a result, I really don't want to do too much there anymore. I thought I was ready to make some kind of peace in the form of a phone call or something, but now I'm not so sure.

The divorce... I really don't know what is going on there. I asked nicely if he'd take care of it like he was supposed to to begin with, and he said he was already on it. I haven't heard from him since -- so much for that. No court record in our state has our names on it except the original petition. Believe me, I'm as confused and frustrated over this situation as anyone else. I have done my homework and have found my hands tied.

In more pleasant news, I got paid. Now it is time to get my damn certifications and get on with it.
fatrockstar: (cookie monster)
After my post declaring to the world I am not really divorced, I screwed up the courage to pay Garret a visit at his office. I took too long and missed him -- he is no longer in that office OR at the company, so my chance was lost.

I probably should have made contact a long time ago but didn't. Why would I want to? This is the guy who could have ended our marriage amicably and with very little fanfare like we'd both agreed to do, but decided to employ an ugly exit strategy instead. There wasn't anything pleasant I wanted to say to him and plenty of unpleasant things. Time is of the essence, though, so I sent an email.

I wrote that fucking email fifteen times. It went from ten paragraphs to ten words to ten sentences, until I finally put everything I wanted to say into about three and a half paragraphs: Sorry I missed you, we are not divorced, I cannot afford to re-file, please re-file in Lincoln County.

Have a nice life, good-bye.

I didn't expect to hear back from him, but I did a few hours later. Nothing lengthy or ugly. He sent acknowledgment of my request and let me know he had begun the process with the mediator last week. I don't have to worry about any fees, he'll take care of that. We have a mutual acquaintance that can relay any paperwork. It was extremely anticlimactic, but in a good way. I really didn't want to hear about what his life is like now, or read a mock-friendly tone in his reply. Facts are good. Simple is good.

Even though he's been gone long enough for me to get through my grief, I'm feeling the pain return a little. It's not about missing him, it's about being treated like I don't matter and taken away from a family I loved dearly. It's about the uncertainty and loneliness when you've made a commitment and the other person hasn't. I would rather put that behind me instead of be reminded of it, and now I'm wishing it had been done immediately instead of lazily. Considering the person in question, that's a lot to ask.

It will be over soon, though. That much I can look forward to.
fatrockstar: (Default)
I haven't written about this in a while, but it's time I faced facts. Will posting this where the world can see it make me accountable or give me more fuel to procrastinate with? Who knows. You're reading this, so it's open for discussion. Standard rules apply: Speak your mind, and anonymous commenters are fair game.

I am not divorced.

My husband has been gone for nearly two years and gainfully employed for all that time, probably at the same salary he was hired, while I have struggled to stay employed at a level of pay that will keep a roof over my head and bills paid.

The original agreement in mediation was to separate assets as equally as possible, forfeit claim to each other's real estate, and then he would be the Petitioner on the divorce papers. We filed in King County where the Petitioner's presence in court is required. He wanted the divorce, he lives in downtown Seattle closer to the courthouse, he can afford to take a personal day, he can show up in court and get the divorce he put a knife in my back to get. I said as much in front of Garret and the mediator, and she corrected the paperwork to reflect this.

Garret did not file the divorce paperwork with the county until months later -- March, if I remember correctly -- and then I got a stack of papers in the mail. On one page there was a list of about twenty dates, and none of them were anything we needed to deal with: Disputes over property, custody arrangements, arguments for, arguments against, and requests for extensions were included. In summary, the only solid date given was for February 2009 -- almost a year later.

I asked several people what to make of this list of dates. I only knew two divorced people, but they had filed in a county that didn't require a court date and had no answers. My dad said "call the courthouse." At the time I was so overwhelmed with grief and frustration I didn't do anything. I stupidly assumed that Garret was eager enough to break ties with me that he'd figure it out. After all, he's the Petitioner, his presence is required, right? I counted the days from the date on the stack of papers sent to me. 90 days came and went, but the King County website never posted our divorce hearing. Maybe I got the date wrong? I checked for several weeks, still grieving too much to do anything about it.


This is a public post. There isn't anything in this entry people don't already know, and if I'm wrong about that it's not going to embarrass me anymore. Life happens, and this is mine.
fatrockstar: (WTF?)
I sent an email to Garret a week or so ago regarding the divorce and taxes. Usually I will hear back from him, but this time... silence. No "fuck you," no "where's my [insert something he could have bothered to ask for here]," no "I have no idea what you're talking about." I don't care if he's a new uncle, if he broke his leg, if he's depressed, or if he won the lotto -- this is important, and I am NOT going to pay for his laziness anymore. I'm done with that crap.

"So Wynne," you ask, "why don't you just re-file the papers yourself and get it over with? Isn't it worth it to not have to think about him ever again?" Maybe, but that's not the point.

Everything I have ever asked Garret to do, and every responsibility Garret has ever had for others has been ignored or argued about. During the marriage I would jump through every little hoop he threw out to "ask the right way," and it almost always resulted in me giving up and doing it myself. The only things Garret ever did when I asked him to were "take out the garbage" and "come eat." I'm not doing this one for him. He's the one that put me through the ringer. He's the one that ruined everything. He's the one that decided to leave. This is one mess I refuse to clean up.

Plus, I don't have the money to re-file. I'm about to make a big decision soon whether or not to walk away from this house. I can't afford to sell it.

Have I mentioned I'm not going to clean up after him this time? I don't think I've hammered that point home enough.
fatrockstar: (pika)
We're all very excited about playing the High Dive. It sucks that it's a Sunday, but oh well. I asked Ed to promote the show, and he gave me an excuse. Gosh, that didn't stop him from promoting the Tuesday show for his other band. I understand that he has spread himself thin these days and it's catching up with him, but now is not the time to go all cornflakes on me.

Discovered a headlight out on the truck. Yay! One more thing to repair.

I was hopeful about taxes this year, but since the paperwork originally filed with King County was not actually a legal separation, I'm not even legally separated. If we were that, both of us could file as single. I called and verified this with King County. No divorce on file, no separation on file. The next step is to call the IRS. Fun! Of course, I'm the only one investigating this, because I'm the one with a lot to lose. Garret doesn't care and never will. He's a brick.

I put together two songs for rehearsal tonight, and the guys didn't pick up on it like I'd hoped. They still sounded great, but not like I had them in my head. I will play around with my keyboard and guitar a little more, see if I can record a scratch.

I'm looking for people who will help me promote the show at the High Dive -- putting up flyers in their offices and around their neighborhoods, telling friends, posting on blogs, etc. I want to get this year off to a good start. I have to. In this economy, all I have is the band. I may be a sucky composer, but at least I enjoy what I do.

Six days until I leave for Tybee. I'm very excited! I need to call Allison and make arrangements. I've been cleaning like mad because she said she'd stay overnight with him a couple of times. He will be thrilled at that. At least I hope he will anyway...
fatrockstar: (The Man in Black)
I went to the mailbox today and found a letter from the King County Department of Development and Environmental Services. It said "FINAL NOTICE" on it. I thought "whatever on earth for?"

When the new furnace was installed in October of 2007, there was a permit of some kind involved and an inspection was required. I was unaware of this. Now the DDES wants to know where that permit is, because they never saw it, and if they did it wasn't approved by them.


I can probably take care of this because I caught this in time (the letter is dated November 5), but if this is the FINAL NOTICE, where did the previous ones go? I'll tell you where they went. They were addressed to "Garret & Wynne Blue" instead of "Wynne & Garret Blue" like this one was. Anything addressed to Garret first gets forwarded to HIM by the USPS. I learned this the hard way, back when the stimulus check was sent to him instead of me. I probably wouldn't have seen a cent of it if I hadn't contacted him, and if I had been expecting any letters from the DDES I probably would have noticed them missing. If the final notice hadn't reached me I would be in violation of the law and expected to pay a fine of several hundred dollars.

If he killed himself I probably wouldn't hear about it, either. Being legally separated means that I'm not responsible for any of his debts and am not entitled to an inheritance either, which is fine with me.

By doing nothing even when I don't expect anything of him he continues to create problems for me. Not even trying. Just sitting on his butt, watching TV and playing WoW, getting his mail every couple of weeks and not looking at any of it. All I can do is hope he snaps out of whatever trance he's in and exercises some courtesy. We all know that won't happen, because courtesy takes effort.

This is what I get for forwarding his mail for him. No good deed goes unpunished.
fatrockstar: (Default)
That's been my week so far. But, it's been a pretty good week. I have some good things coming down the pipe, and I'm happy about them.

Aside from good news I don't want to jinx, I am still collecting items from my personal inventory to sell or donate. I have a number of clothes I can no longer fit in without having to pin them to my body, so those will have to go. I also have a bunch of books and software I don't really want to hang on to. The software is mostly games or something similar that you would not expect an update for.

The big things are going to be hard to get rid of. I have a 300-disk CD changer that I have never used. My dad thought it was the awesomest thing ever ten years ago and I have yet to put more than five disks in it. CraigsList has a few listed for about $50. I'm sure there's someone out there who doesn't want to rip their collection. It's not me -- I just came across a box of CD's I don't know if I'll ever listen to again.

I have a shiny new eBay account and will probably use that for some small things.

I'm uncovering so much. Not all of it are things I really wanted to deal with again. I found pictures of Garret and his siblings from the time we all went up to Stevens Pass to take pictures, and both he and his sister acquired giardiasis. Fun. While those were better times, I remember staying out of family pictures because deep down I knew I wouldn't be family for much longer. I regret that now, but back then I just didn't want to become an unpleasant memory. Now I will be no memory at all except for the white gold band around Garret's finger.

Allison suggested again that we might end up as roommates. I think that would be fun, but I worry about Grady. She has two cats and a small dog, and Grady freaks out in the presence of other furry mammals.

Oh hey, do you like my new yearbookyourself.com icon? It's the 1960 one. I also have the one from 1968 that is slightly insane looking because I used a different base photo. Too intense, actually. I'll save it for later.
fatrockstar: (The Man in Black)
I got a call this morning regarding an overdue bill from Waste Management. I bitched at the girl because if I owed them money I should be getting a bill in the mail, and none have arrived since I was credited for two years' worth of a yard waste bin subscription they never bothered to send us a yard waste bin for. I wasn't expecting a bill in the mail for a while.

Turns out that every single bill or mail item with Garret's name on it goes directly to Garret. It does not pass go, does not collect $200, and DOES NOT GET BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION. Why? Garret is a pussy who would rather play WoW in his copious amounts of free time than drop me an email telling me a bill I need to pay has been sent to him by mistake. So far I have missed out on the bill for the alarm monitoring system, the waste management service, and our IRS rebate check -- all because the post office has ignored the little checkbox that says "INDIVIDUAL" next to it.

I think this may be why I'm not receiving my land line bill as well. They haven't shut it off yet, and the only reason it's still active is for the alarm monitoring system, so I have no idea what else to do but call Verizon (again) and tell them to take his name off the account.

Taking Garret's name off of the house accounts shouldn't be this much of a pain in the ass. He doesn't live here and hasn't for months. He hasn't even come by to get any of the shit he insisted he keep in the separation agreement, or bothered to send anyone to claim it. He is no longer relevant to this address. RANT )

I think I wouldn't be so easily irritable if I knew where my next meal was coming from, or if I'd be able to pay my mortgage for October. Right now I really hate my life.

War Zone

Friday, 4 July 2008 23:51
fatrockstar: (glamour)
This is the first Independence Day I've had in a long time without Garret. He didn't like to go out to fireworks, preferring to watch them on TV or skip them altogether. If we did go out, it was because his mother invited us to a family gathering at their place. As someone who previously went out of her way to see such things, it was a disappointment to me that my husband wusband did not share my enthusiasm for wanting to live out and about.

I probably could have gone out to the whole "4th of JulIvar's" thing if I had the inclination. It's what my unmarried self would have done. Instead, I sat at home with Grady and made sure he was okay. He's agitated and curious, but I wasn't in the mood to take any chances.

Instead I listened to all the explosions and thought about how loud and scary they were, and felt sorry for myself for not going outside to socialize with my neighbors. There are a lot of cul-de-sacs in my neighborhood, each with their own set of pyromaniacs. By this time next year I could be living somewhere else. Maybe I should have done something special this time around.

I look at Grady and feel a mix of contentedness and sadness. I didn't want a cat. I don't resent his presence -- I'm very protective of him, actually -- but I often think of picking up and leaving for an extended period, and I can't do that without upsetting him and he doesn't travel well. Poor lil' guy.

Maybe by Hallowe'en I'll stop feeling sad around major holidays. Last Hallowe'en I had to endure a dumbass-alien-themed pumpkin (carved by Garret and that tweetybird-lookin', orthopedic-shoe-wearing fuckface he stabbed me in the back with) on my porch. I still hate her so much...

But anyway, it's half-past midnight here and it still sounds like a war zone outside. It does not sound like celebration. It sounds like panic. Panic and fear and intimidation. I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. I live too close to "ground zero."


Monday, 9 June 2008 10:37
fatrockstar: (glamour)
Today is the day my divorce is supposed to be final. I say supposed to be because, as usual, Garret has not bothered to communicate with me regarding the details (I'm supposed to be a mind reader, remember?) I imagine I'll either hear nothing, get a txt message 15 minutes before the hearing asking me where I am, or an email saying "hey, how'd it go?" I will check with the court tomorrow to see if it went through. I will not be surprised if it did not.

There was a time when Garret and I were happy. That is a part of our history he can't rewrite. We did genuinely love each other and wanted wonderful things for each other. There was a time when it was unfathomable to either of us to cause each other any pain. We would spend entire weekends in the living room on a palette on the floor, watching every movie in my library and listening to CDs he brought me. We ordered take-out from the same two places almost every week, so much that the delivery guys knew us. Those were good times.

I don't want to go over where things changed for the worst. If I do I'll just end up blaming myself for something that wasn't my fault -- the knives in my back are proof of that.

I will never see my ex-husband again. This makes me sad and is also kind of a relief. Without him around I am free to remember him as he used to be, when I truly, madly, deeply loved him.

Food for thought

Friday, 6 June 2008 15:38
fatrockstar: (glamour)
This was in the paper today, written by an advice columnist I'm not particularly fond of. The dilemma she's responding to is not relevant, but this chunk resonated with me:

When the main reason you get along is that you avoid talking about anything substantial, it follows that a mere whiff of substance will have the power to destabilize the relationships.

Many extended-family situations, unfortunately, survive on these fragile detentes. But marriages die from them, if not from the fighting, then from the loneliness of being so guarded.

And I can't think of any more substantial matters for a couple to talk about than what they hope for, where they hope to be, and where they stand with their families.

I think my divorce is final on Monday. I got that impression from an email I received from the moderator a while back. Garret has not contacted me to confirm this.

Still Alive

Saturday, 5 April 2008 12:32
fatrockstar: (cookie monster)
If you've contacted me this week over my lack of entries you are not alone. Knowing that my writing will sometimes have some mass appeal, and that a lot of my net-friendly friends and family are not bloggers (or even LJ users), I try to write publicly on a regular basis. I have no restrictions on commenting on my entries because of this. However, if you comment Anonymously without identifying yourself... you are fair game and I will show no mercy.

There is not a lot in my personal life I care to share publicly right now other than I'm broke and looking for work. I'm not living in my car yet, but come May 7 I may need to consider it if I have nothing lined up. I have been actively applying for positions since about the 10th of last month, and next week I have a phone screen scheduled. My weekend will most likely be spent at the library or in a couple of books, brushing up on my programming theory.

I take things one day at a time. Saturday mornings are the hardest. The good days outnumber the bad days, but that is probably because my ex hasn't made his presence known outside of one or two emails in months. It's like he died and I don't know where he's buried. If he showed up on my doorstep or called me I would react accordingly.

My friend Allison is one of the few people I've met recently that's been able to pull me out of my shell, even for just a few hours. She's not local, and neither are any of her friends she's introduced me to since we started hanging out. Most all of them have roots back East. Allison herself is from the Carolinas and it shows. She's been supportive -- I can be obnoxious with her in a way only Southern girls know how.

I don't know what else I can share here. Everything else isn't what I want to open up about. There was a time where I felt I had enough people in my world I could be honest in an open forum, but all that changed on November 3rd, 2007. There is at least one person out there who, if I ever see her again, will lose an eye. If she's smart she has left the state. She's not as invisible as she thinks she is.
fatrockstar: (happykid)
I recently decided to use LJ Book to archive my blog all the way back to the massive-deletion I did back in 2003. At the time my husband had dropped a bomb on me and I was devastated on top of devastation. I understand why I did it.

Checking the PDF to make sure it got everything was eye-opening. Garret had been a jerk to me since we got married, and I've been naive for the last five or so years. I should have left earlier. I honestly thought we could make it work. I wrongly assumed he possessed the same level of maturity I did, and I suffered.

As much as I like having fun, dancing, going out, and fucking off, I also like being a grownup. Accepting the responsibility of someone else's trust in you doesn't make you a dork. That's how I saw marriage -- a situation where you mutually accept the responsibility of someone else's trust. It's part of adulthood, and it's huge. I am trustworthy. I would marry again. I'd just be more careful next time.

I don't have to wear Mom Jeans to be a grownup. I don't have to turn into my parents to be a grownup. I am an adult on my own terms, and those terms include being honest, respectful, and responsible. Believe it or not, it IS possible to have fun while doing this. My dad is a curmudgeon because he wants to be. My mother was bitter because she wanted to be. Your parents are square because they want to be.

I know who I am. I don't know what I want. It seems a lot easier to know what I don't want. Avoidance takes less effort than pursuit.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this.


(no subject)

Thursday, 14 February 2008 00:16
fatrockstar: (glamour)
It would be nice if Garret would take the $20k the escrow group gave him for the car and actually PAY the debt. It's not like he can keep the check - it's made out to Toyota. I am four days away from getting the check cancelled and getting a new one. Until that debt is paid I can't finance a much-needed new car of my own. It was a condition of my refi for Toyota to be paid in full with the check he was given because the car and its loan are technically mine. The tie needs severing.

I have decided against waiting for any further action from Garret. Clearly our divorce and the details surrounding it aren't a priority. I should just do the taxes myself. At this rate he'll never get around to claiming his half of the refund anyway.

Lovely dinner & visit with Colleen tonight. I am very happy to have friends that like to visit with me. Television is no substitute for a good visit. Dig?

fireman? what fireman? )