and so it ends….

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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