Archive for February, 2010

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and so it ends….

February 19, 2010

Mediation took about 7 hours;  the mediator spent her time shuttling back and forth between rooms with X and me.  All in all, she probably spent 2 hours with me, and 5 with X.  Most of her time was spent talking X off the ledge, and gettign her to come to some reasonable offer.  Basically, I spent $675 today (half of the mediator’s fees) paying for X’s therapy; she vented, she cried, she wailed, she moaned.  The end result?  I pay $200 more a month than my initial offer.

I feel pretty good about the solution; it’s gonna be financially tight for me for the next few years, but I’ll survive.  In two to three weeks, I’ll be legally divorced and we can go back to being planets, circling around our children and hopefully we can put this mess behind us for good.  In a few months, I’ll be back on the market (How YOU doin’, ladies?) and hopefully I won’t fuck up the rest of my life.

That being said, I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna keep this blog up.  I’ve revealed far too much for me to admit to it, and I don’t see a need to continue to chronicle my life anonymously.  I’ve made some friends along the way, but the point of this message was to purge myself of the feelings of anger and frustration while planning my divorce.  I’ve done that, and there’s a new life waiting for me out there. 

Peace.

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Well, THAT went well (rolleyes)…

February 16, 2010

Just got out of the meeting with X about the oldest child; I’m not sure if much got accomplished today, other than a whole lot of yellign back and forth.  I admitted I was wrong where I was wrong, and refused to take any of her shit when it came to rest of the blame-laying.  I stood up to her.

The therapist was frustrated, and said that we’re both using the oldest to fight each other.  She’s right, and I need to do better at NOT doing that.  Still, I think the therapist saw through X’s little game of blame-the-guy; X, as usual, is still clueless.

Two days until mediation.

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one more week till face-off…

February 14, 2010

Mediation is Thursday.  I think I’m prepared, but the truth is, I’m scared shitless.  I’m worried about my financial future, and more importantly, I’m worried that I’m going to lose time with my kids.  My lawyer has assured me that I’ll be OK, but it’s like doing your first school play; you rehearse and rehearse, but you don’t know how it’s gonna turn out until it does.  Adding to my anxiety is the fact that I recently made a mistake as a parent, and I’m going to have to admit that in front of a counselor and X during a meeting on Tuesday.  Let me back up and explain.

In case I haven’t mentioned this already, X has accused me of having an affair over Facebook.  Not accused as in the legal sense of the word, but accused as in she’s told half the town that’s what I’ve done.  As of now, our divorce is still considered uncontested.  On a recent weekend, I discovered my oldest daughter (who’s 12, almost-but-not-quite 13) had opened an email and Facebook account.  I didn’t know what to do; considering what X has accused me of, I didn’t think I could have a rational discussion about Facebook, but I didn’t see any harm in what the oldest had done.  I figured she had done it once, and she’d do it again even if I told her not to.  I made the stupid decision to NOT inform X about it, but I did tell the oldest that I wanted her password so I could monitor it.  I also told the child that she needed to inform her mother about it.

X found out about it, and of course, flipped out.  She immediately called the counselor (and her lawyer, I’m sure) to get this appointment set up so that she could demonstrate that I’m a bad parent.  So, now I have to eat crow in a meeting TWO DAYS before the most important negotiations of my life.  However, I want to be clear what the mistakes I made were:

1.  I should have checked the age policy for both Gmail and Facebook.  Point blank, the child is not old enough according to their policies; you have to be 13 to use the services.

2.  I should have told X about the accounts regardless of my concerns; I thought I was protecting the oldest from X, but I was just setting her up for the inevitable discovery and argument.

The content that the oldest posted was not inappropriate for her age, and her conversations weren’t out of character.  There were some things she had done that were a bit risky (like her privacy settings were out of wack), but that could be dealt with as a lesson, not as a disciplinary act.  The Internet is part of our kids’ lives, and we can’t protect them forever without teaching them.  If we keep saying “No” without explaining “Why”, the kids will never learn.  I thought that it would be better for the kid to do something knowing that I could check in at any time than to keep sneaking around without some sort of parental guidance.  I don’t regret that decision; I do regret that I didn’t run it by X.

I guess the question I’ll have for the counselor is “what do we do when we disagree?”

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titillating title; deeper substance

February 3, 2010

Found this online today; very awesome advice.

http://divorcedwomenonline.com/2010/01/she-doesnt-like-oral-sex-or-much-cuddling/

I am learning that I can’t control the world, and that I need to be careful before I start dating again.  BTW, mediation is in two weeks; think happy thoughts that this mess will be over soon so I can start living a new life again.

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the light at the end of the tunnel…

February 2, 2010

I know the old joke; “it’s a train”…

Interesting thing happened today; I acknowledged that I was a failure, and I was OK with that.  For some people, that’s no big deal, but for me, that’s HUGE.  All my life, I’ve been trying to prove that I wasn’t a failure and that I could change the world by my sheer desire to succeed.   This overachievment complex comes from a fatehr who refused to acknowledge anything I did was good, and it carried over into my marriage.   I picked a woman who I thought would help me be a success, but wound up with someone who hated me when I didn’t become the man she wanted me to become.

Anyway, today I realized that if I added in the car note, rent, my student loan, back taxes, and then child support and alimony, I’d be earning exactly -$1000 a month.  That scared me at first, and then I realized that there were bankruptcy laws for a reason.  I failed, but the truth is that I’ve been living on the edge of failure for a long time, and this is just the dues for the piper.   Yes, I’m probably going to have to declare bankruptcy.  Yes, the future is quite uncertain because I’m not sure how much of my debt can be discharged (if any; I don’t really have a lot of credit card debt).  Yes, I’m OK with it.

You see, despite the fact that I’ve never wanted to fail at anything, my need for success has always been augmented with a strong sense of engineering; I make the most of a bad situation.  Now that I’ve determined that the worst case scenario is going to happen, I can plan for it, and step 1 is making sure that while my kids are provided for, X gets as few of my assets as I can give her. 

Now that I’ve seen the bottom of the pit, I can start climbing.

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