The affidavits are in. My counsel sent it over asking for comments asap. I haven't looked yet. I am sitting in Starbucks literally shaking. Not because of you for once- don't flatter yourself- and I know you're the last person on this planet to give a shit about me, the last person I could come to for support or care or concern or anything like it...
But- I've no other blog. I've no other outlet, nowhere to turn for writing therapy.
I'm afraid to read your words, and I am wasting precious free time in not looking. I brought the mail in the rummage through. One wedding invitation, (barf) one 'we miss your business', (barf barf) one bridal shower invitation, (barf barf BARF)... and im looking at all the new moms with their new babies feeling my ovaries wrench in heartache. I also just made a date in 30 mins to buy $13 catfood for $5 off some woman online, so pathetic is my life.
Truthfully... In addition, I am afraid what I am fighting for is a lie. This 'family' I claim to have is hanging by a thread and I don't know how to fix it.
I am so scared of the future, no matter which way it pans out.
Monday, 28 January 2013
Friday, 18 January 2013
And so it begins
Today I got The News.
We're going to court.
Well asshole, you may be surprised to find out I'm actually glad. An answer will be given by a complete stranger and I cannot be held responsible for your misery any longer; despite the outcome. You will cower and crumble at your Cross Examination and probably wet yourself in court.
Furthermore, you will probably lose.
Even if you don't; I'll somehow be okay.
We're going to court.
Well asshole, you may be surprised to find out I'm actually glad. An answer will be given by a complete stranger and I cannot be held responsible for your misery any longer; despite the outcome. You will cower and crumble at your Cross Examination and probably wet yourself in court.
Furthermore, you will probably lose.
Even if you don't; I'll somehow be okay.
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