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 15, 2012


What people don't understand about self-harming is that it's just another coping mechanism.  As it happens, I was a cutter for many years, as well as bulimic.

I thought I had it all under control, but here at 31 years old, I've relapsed on both.

What happened to trigger this old bad habits, you might ask?

Long story short, I fell in love for the first time.  We all know I was married before and that ended horribly.  But I was never in love with my ex-husband.

I fell in love with who you know as Titusville, a long time friend who had always claimed to having feelings for me since we met about 13 years ago.

He's the kind of guy who likes the conquest of taking on the unknown and then destroying it.  I thought this only applied to work.  He's very good at his job, because of this quality.  Apparently, it also happens to be that he's the same way in his relationships with people.  I wish I would've known that much about him before we were in a relationship.

I was just another conquest, and he conquered me, that I can't deny.  And just like that, it was over, and back off into the friend zone, I went.  Like a toy he got tired of playing with and put back on the shelf... For good, I might add.

When he gave me the news of being still in love with an ex, lets just say, I fell apart.  Old habits came back.

So out with Titusville and in with old bad behaviors...

Cutting and bulimia, Welcome Home!

It's been a long time... I'm glad to have you back, because I need you both right now to get through these troubled times.

I never thought I would fall so hard, but I did and now I'm paying the consequences.  I might need therapy, but until the day that happens, all I have is my self-destructive behavior.

I wish I had a dad to kick your sorry ass.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Racist? I Think Not

My sister and I go Trick or Treating in my moms neighborhood every year for multiple reason:

1. They give out lots of candy

2. It's a "good neighborhood" and by that I mean lots of rich white people.

3. See reason number 2

Today, my sister got a text message from I'm guessing an acquaintance that she really didn't want to hang out with, but didn't know how to politely tell her that she wasn't interested in going Trick or Treating with her.

We had a conversation that went something like this:

E: How do I ask this chic to go Trick or Treating with me out of courtesy, but get her to say no?

Me: Tell her you're going out with me and I live in the ghetto.

E: She's black.

Me: Oh... Tell her I live in the Mexican ghetto?


My sister laughed hysterically for a second, said I was funny... Racist, but funny and decided to ignore her acquaintance altogether.

My way was somewhat more polite, but I could be wrong.

Happy Halloween, Ass fuckers!!!

On an irrelevant note, we all know that Halloween is just an excuse for all women in general to dress like sluts.

As a disclaimer, as Mitt Romney said, "Rape isn't really rape if you're dressed like a slut.  Then you're just asking for it".  Maybe he didn't say that, but I'm sure I heard it on the internet so it must be true.

I'm rambling on about nothing because I need to sleep. So goodnight.  I'll be more coherent in the morning.