Friday, March 21, 2014

The Rise of Angry Ex Wife

Though I've been divorced for quite some time now, some thing just never change.  Like Billiard being a complete idiot, incompetent dumbass, and as always, irresponsibly selfish and late on his child support.

I'm convinced that he's a complete waste of space at this point.

This is what it all boils down to:

Fact: Child Support is due between the 1st-5th of every month. That's court ordered.

Fact:  He consistently extends his own deadline because he doesn't feel that it's necessarily late.

Fact: On that rare occasion that he does pay ON TIME, he's always short.

Fact: The month of March, he promised to have Child Support delivered by March 7.

Fact:  He was actually boarding a plane from BWI to MIA.  This is him on March 9:

Fact:  Needless to say, I couldn't get a hold of him to figure out when I would get that payment.

Fact:  A week later, when he did return from vacation, and I finally was able to reach him on the phone, he hung up on me the minute I brought up child support.  I called him back, no answer.  I text him, no answer.  Then he posted something on Facebook.  This was the result:

Now, I don't make it a habit to post shit like this publicly, but the asshole pretty much didn't leave me with much of a choice.

We haven't talked since then and no mention has been made about when, if ever, will I be receiving my child support.

He gets paid today, but this was his house last night.  I should probably mention that this is also the house we shared as a married couple.  The house that I didn't request in the divorce:


Based on that, I'm guessing I won't be getting it today either.

So this is what it all comes down to.  At the end of the day, I really could give two shits if I get the money or not.  BUT, you have very little to do with my sons life to begin with.  Unfortunately for me, I have visitation rights that I have to abide by.  Not that you ever really use them.  And unlike you, I do follow court order. 

This is were I get pissed.

Fact: You haven't seen your son since, hell, I'm not ever really sure since when.

Fact: I reduced your child support from $800 to a meager $400 just to allot you money for flight cost from BWI to Vegas so you could fly out and see my son more frequently.  

Fact:  You claimed to have no vacation time and no money to travel and yet you took off of work a FULL week to fly to Miami, which you claim, your girlfriend paid for your trip. 

As a side note to that last fact:  If that is true about your girlfriend paying for the trip, don't you feel even the least bit like a losing piece of shit that a 24-year-old can foot the bill for a week long trip for 2 to Miami and the Keys, while a 32-year-old with an established career as an engineer can't even afford to pay a meager $400 a month in child support?  I've got some rope laying around in my closet if you ever need to use it... Just saying... The offer is there...

Fact:  You're a Facebook parent.  You like to brag about the son you rarely see and consistently criticize my parenting when you're not even involved.  

Fact:  There isn't much I wouldn't give to get you to sign over your rights and never have to deal with you again. It's not about the money, I just want you gone at this point.

Guys like Billiard are what create the Angry Ex-Wife.  They do ridiculous things to piss us off, like not seeing their child and/or not helping out financially.  Then, the minute the ex-wife starts to lose her shit, they act like they're the greatest dad in the world and we're just a bunch of psychos. I stupidly gave him a lot of breaks in the divorce.  Now, I have to work backwards to amend all the stupid things I did just because I was trying to be nice.

So the moral of the story is:  When filling for divorce, always aim for the jugular. 

Sunday, January 26, 2014

PhotoChallenge 2014

So, I totally bombed at my attempt to do the photo 365 challenge.  I've also done a lousy job at blogging. That has a lot to do with the fact that I actually have a life now.  Getting a divorce, happens to be the best thing I've ever done.  Obviously, having never gotten married in the first place would have been a better option, but it is what it is.

I have tons of things to blog about and not enough time.  First world problems.

So for now, I'll give you this much:

I've gotten involved in another photo challenge, only this time, it's one project a week, which I think will end up working out in the long wrong then my previous fail at the 365 project.

We're heading into week for.

Here's a glance at the previous 3 weeks:

Week 1:  Landscape Focus with Trees

Week 2: Lighting

Week 3: Still Life - Fruit

I will try harder to blog again, like the old days.  But, so many things have changed since my "Angry Girlfriend" days.  I may need to change names. Just a thought.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Facebook Fun With Billiard

As a married couple, Billiard and I hated each other.  I really did hate him as a person.  To be quite honest, none of that has really changed.

I still don't really like him as a person, which is probably why people find it strange that we're friends on Facebook.  And as if being friends with your ex-wife isn't strange enough, the comments I tend to post on his page aren't much better.

Billiard isn't the greatest for paying child support on time, or in full for that matter.  He's pretty much as this meme describes:

Yep... That's Billiard.  Greatest man alive, wouldn't you agree?

Every now and again, I like to set him up for jabs on Facebook.  Random things like implying threesomes and low blows reminding him how he cheated on me when we were married.  

Again, I don't know why he stays friends with me on Facebook, though if I had to guess it's probably because he's always found me amusing. 

This last post started out innocently enough, but then.... dun dun dun... Enjoy!:

I never knew that it was possible to be part of a happily divorced couple :D

Friday, August 2, 2013

Angels Scavenger Hunt

Today, the Boy Son turned 8 years old.

A "friend", who I refer to as "Durham", decided it would be a really cool idea that instead of just giving the Boy his gifts, that we turn it into a scavenger hunt by hiding clues around the house until he found his presents.

This was the end result:

Notice how at 1:05, he reads the question somewhat hesitantly. The question was, "What part of the car would your mom use to stuff your dads body?".

He seems to pause in a seemingly, "What the fuck, Mom?" moment.

My crazy still seems to throw him off from time to time.  Oh well....

Happy Birthday, Boogie!

Sunday, May 19, 2013

I'm Back... Again... For now...

I'm sure most of you have gotten use to my super long hiatus, with no explanation whatsoever, but if you've been following me long enough, you would have noticed a pattern:

1.  I only disappear for a lengthy amount of time when I'm in emotional ruins.

2.  There's usually a man behind it all.

Yes, I know. A man is a horrible reason to go into hiding, but I have a vagina and it bleeds at least once a month (if I'm lucky).

I never really tend to update on what has been going on in my world when I do go missing and that's ok... Because I can do that.... and eventually, it all leaks out little by little.

The point is, I'm still here.  I'm still alive.  Some people need to put down like the miserable, rabid, infested mutts that they are, (not me, because I'm awesome... and this can literally elude to just about anyone that I know because I've made quite a few enemies the last few months so it's not in reference to my last post, specifically).  But no worries, because I'm back.

Miss me, assholes?

"Why would anyone hate you?", you may be asking.

Have you not read my blog? Simply put, I'm an asshole... Duh.

Ready for my return? Cause I'm back!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Forgiveness Comes at a High Price

Oh Titusville, you of all people know my wrath and vindictiveness.  Which is why I can't seem to figure out why would you want my forgiveness to begin with?

I'm not the nice one, remember?  That was part of the reason why you decided your ex-girlfriend was a much more suitable partner for you than myself.

Let's be real.  Yes, you are 33-years-old and have a very limited relationship history, but are you really going to play the ignorance card with me?

Again, remind me... Which mistake are you apologizing for? Is it because you shat on my heart or because you slept with your ex-girlfriend?

And in case you're wondering, because I'm sure you are, I didn't sleep with my ex-husband out of spite for you.  I slept with him, well to be quite honest, because it was fun.  And I keep sleeping with him because it's just that much damn fun.  Honestly, I have no plans to stop sleeping with him while I'm out here.

You know that day you called me to tell me that you had slept, I'm sorry, made love to your ex-girlfriend?  I wasn't even mad.  In fact, I laughed a little.  You gave me the closure I needed to say goodbye to your pathetic ass.  I'm sure I made that clear in the last text message I sent you, which I assumed would be the end of it.

And yet again, I was wrong.  So explain to me... Why do you want my forgiveness?  I'm not a nice person and my forgiveness comes at a high price.  Honestly, you can't afford it.  Why not just walk away, the way I've decided to?

Your text message made me laugh.  Something about you being miserable makes me smile.  You really shouldn't expect me to forgive you.  And as for the friendship, maybe somewhere down the road when the dust has settled, we can drive back down that alley again.  But that wont be happening anytime soon.  I really wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.

You did more then make a mistake. You completely fucked the pooch on this one.  I didn't think it was possible for you to fuck up this hard.  And here I thought that I was the bad one. You definitely outdid anything I could've ever done to fuck you over.

Congratulations on becoming the kind of man that not only do I not respect, but refuse to make time for in my life.

And for all the shit you talked about Billiard, who'd ever thought you turn out to be the bigger asshole?

Remember the simplicity you spoke about with your ex-girlfriend?  I kinda have the same feelings towards Billiard.  Sure, it's safe.  Boring, but safe.

Also, remember how you said you would give your ex-girlfriend the stars and earth if she asked it from you, even if it meant shutting me out as a friend?  The same shit you use to say to me up until 5 months ago? (You should work on your creativity).

Obviously, you're only coming to me now because she shut you down, which makes me second, not just as a choice of girlfriend (although I'm sure you're not stupid enough to try to work things out with me on that end at this point), but it also makes me second choice as a friend.

Second place is the first to lose, my friend, and by all means, go fuck yourself, because I'm not a fucking loser.

Monday, December 24, 2012

The Bet

Shortly before Titusville and I decided to take an indefinite amount of time apart, much needed, might I add, he challenged me to a bet on whether or not I would sleep with my ex-husband if I somehow made it to the East Coast for the holidays.

I can't really remember why the whole bet thing came about.  Maybe he wanted me to sleep with Billiard so that he would feel less like a shit head for majorly screwing the people he's screwed over in this little twisted game he's been playing for the last week and a half.

Well, I did make it to the East Coast, and I'm calling off the bet.  I'm not saying that I lost, but the bet should've never been made to begin with.  The idea of bringing in one more person into this situation just doesn't seem fair, especially when Billiard has nothing to do with the mess you've created.

Just more of Titusville playing his stupid games and me being completely asinine and playing right along with him.  I'm done playing those games.  Go play by yourself.

I am holding back a lot, because there is so much I want to say to rip you apart, but if I say it, I can never take it back, and believe me none of it is nice or pleasant.

All I will say is that it is Game Over, on my end.

Happy Christmas!

Oh and one last thing Titusville:
Don't wait around for that Christmas card.  I had written it before this whole incident, so there were things written in there that no longer matter, nor do they any longer apply to us.