the date and confusion
So I have a few things left to do before I'm able to go to court and have my divorce finalized. I'm getting there. I'm working my ass off to make this thing happen. I'm falling apart every single night, but not because I miss him. It's because there's so much more to do and I'm being sabotaged every step of the way. "That which does not kill you..." If you're one of those that says that, let me just say "FUCK YOU!" Everything I'm going through is tenderizing me. It's turning me black and blue. it's making me feel like I have no choice but to curl into a little ball and let my nonexistent spine take the brunt of the punishment. I haven't changed my locks. The ex walks in like he owns the place. Which.... he still technically does, I guess. But my bedroom should be MINE. And nobody should walk in without my invitation. And since I have my kids all the time, there's not really any chance of that ...