Friday's court date was a complete bust: I arrived at Derek's office (he seems to be fully recovered from his pulmonary embolism, thank God,) dressed-up, face fully made up, ready for business- only to be told that I was not going to be required in court that morning. He and Lia (Troy's lawyer,) had already met with the judge in chambers, and he had denied our petition since I am pregnant. I have to wait until after the baby is born for a paternity test before we can obtain our divorce.
WTF?!!!
Okay. Let's look at the facts here: Troy and I have been separated for over a year; we have not been 'intimate' for nearly two years; and HE HAS HAD A VASECTOMY!!! I could yell. I could cry. I could rage at the injustice of it all. But the judge has spoken. Guess we wait til February.
In the meantime, Steve is freaking out. How can he explain this to his parents? Not only is his girlfriend pregnant, but we can't get married cuz I can't get divorced. Niiiiiice. This should go over well. And how can I explain this to my (younger) kids?
On the plus side, I will continue to be covered under Troy's insurance, so getting my own or getting on Steve's is not an issue. And I know I am not the first woman to go through this.
But oh Lord- what a tangled web we weave!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Freaking Unreal
Yesterday, I received another bit of news that rocked my world and actually had me bawling my eyes out in the Y: acouple I know, who have been married for 20 years this July, are calling it quits.
But this is no ordinary couple. I dated the Husband in high school- he was my First Love (Lord, how young and stupid I was!) whom I hadn't seen since I was a tender lass of 15... then reuinited with him and his wife (the girl he broke up with me for!) when I began attending New Life, which happened to be their church, too. He was my oldest son's youth pastor for several years, and a darned good one at that; I came respect him, and to both love and admire his wife. They were an exceptional, blessed couple with three exceptional, blessed kids, the youngest of whom (Jenna Rose) I secretly picked out to be JJ's future wife.
Then Jenna Rose got leukemia. She fought it off and on from the age of four to the age of nine.
The last October, Jenna lost the battle.
This devatsated the family, and from what I understand, ultimately tore her parents apart- though I know from experience that any marriage break-up cannot possibly be so simplistically explained. I am heart-broken for them, just sick.
But this is no ordinary couple. I dated the Husband in high school- he was my First Love (Lord, how young and stupid I was!) whom I hadn't seen since I was a tender lass of 15... then reuinited with him and his wife (the girl he broke up with me for!) when I began attending New Life, which happened to be their church, too. He was my oldest son's youth pastor for several years, and a darned good one at that; I came respect him, and to both love and admire his wife. They were an exceptional, blessed couple with three exceptional, blessed kids, the youngest of whom (Jenna Rose) I secretly picked out to be JJ's future wife.
Then Jenna Rose got leukemia. She fought it off and on from the age of four to the age of nine.
The last October, Jenna lost the battle.
This devatsated the family, and from what I understand, ultimately tore her parents apart- though I know from experience that any marriage break-up cannot possibly be so simplistically explained. I am heart-broken for them, just sick.
For Real
Pardon me for not posting for awhile, but in the past two weeks my drama has seriously intensified on a global scale. Allow me to explain.
Here I am, minding my own business, working, parenting, working out, and otherwise enjoying myself as an (almost) single Mommy- you know, the MILFy kind of Mom who enjoys her kids, but also enjoys her job, a good margarita and getting nekkid with her main man on a regular basis. I am planning my move (nine days and counting!) getting the house organized, trying to figure a way to work, parent, and go to school for the next two-to-four years, when.. BAM!!
Fate threw me a serious curveball.
Yes, folks: I am knocked up.
And not yet officially divorced (court date tomorrow.)
And thirty-freaking-seven.
And scared shitless.
Steve and I were both Kodak-moment shocked when we found out. I had 'peed on a stick' a week earlier with negative results- I figured my elevated stress level had disrupted my period, so I didn't worry about it much. Then, when Mother Nature tarried yet another week, I bought another stick, and low and behold: it was positive! But only for about two minutes, then faded off!
As a mother of four who has been pregnant five times (I lost one in '95,) I can assure you I KNOW my EPT's. I am intimately acquainted with the at-home pregnancy test industries in ways most women never dream of being. So Steve ran out and bought me two more (name-brand this time, though generic have always worked before.) These turned positive immediately. After showing them to him, I told him to bend over so I could stick them somewhere!!! (This has been a running joke between us for about a year: if he gets me pregnant, I get to stick the test up his... posterior. It was funny then- not so funny now.)
So. I guess my due date is January 6th, though I will be advocating strongly for a scheduled c-section New Year's Eve, providing all goes well and according to plan. I can laugh about this now- and, as Steve said, we'll just go with it, enjoy it, and live life just like everybody else- but we certainly weren't laughing two weeks ago.
Oh. And we call the baby 'Seven'- since this will be #7 between us.
Here I am, minding my own business, working, parenting, working out, and otherwise enjoying myself as an (almost) single Mommy- you know, the MILFy kind of Mom who enjoys her kids, but also enjoys her job, a good margarita and getting nekkid with her main man on a regular basis. I am planning my move (nine days and counting!) getting the house organized, trying to figure a way to work, parent, and go to school for the next two-to-four years, when.. BAM!!
Fate threw me a serious curveball.
Yes, folks: I am knocked up.
And not yet officially divorced (court date tomorrow.)
And thirty-freaking-seven.
And scared shitless.
Steve and I were both Kodak-moment shocked when we found out. I had 'peed on a stick' a week earlier with negative results- I figured my elevated stress level had disrupted my period, so I didn't worry about it much. Then, when Mother Nature tarried yet another week, I bought another stick, and low and behold: it was positive! But only for about two minutes, then faded off!
As a mother of four who has been pregnant five times (I lost one in '95,) I can assure you I KNOW my EPT's. I am intimately acquainted with the at-home pregnancy test industries in ways most women never dream of being. So Steve ran out and bought me two more (name-brand this time, though generic have always worked before.) These turned positive immediately. After showing them to him, I told him to bend over so I could stick them somewhere!!! (This has been a running joke between us for about a year: if he gets me pregnant, I get to stick the test up his... posterior. It was funny then- not so funny now.)
So. I guess my due date is January 6th, though I will be advocating strongly for a scheduled c-section New Year's Eve, providing all goes well and according to plan. I can laugh about this now- and, as Steve said, we'll just go with it, enjoy it, and live life just like everybody else- but we certainly weren't laughing two weeks ago.
Oh. And we call the baby 'Seven'- since this will be #7 between us.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Spacey
I cannot seem to concentrate on anything today- it has been one long petite-mal seizure, so to speak. I have so much on my mind, so much to do, and so many offensive personalities to deal with (ah, office joys!) I can barely remain coherent. Very frustrating.
And the next few days are going to be a blur of work, working out, shopping (not the fun kind,) and preparing for this coming week end. Steve has to work Saturday 5-11, so we weren't even going to plan to see each other- until I decided I would high-tail it over to S-field with the kids (it IS Mother's Day week-end, after all.) They are pretty excited to stay two nights in their new home and meet all the neighborhood kids, and if all goes as planned, they will also be getting their new bikes to ride. Then, of course, Steve asked if I wanted to bring Abby, as well- and why not? So, if Sasquatch agrees, I will be taking a lovely 2-hour trip with five kids Friday.
What was I thinking?
Anyway, I guess all will be well; I just have to find a way to keep them entertained on the way.
Prozac, anyone?
And the next few days are going to be a blur of work, working out, shopping (not the fun kind,) and preparing for this coming week end. Steve has to work Saturday 5-11, so we weren't even going to plan to see each other- until I decided I would high-tail it over to S-field with the kids (it IS Mother's Day week-end, after all.) They are pretty excited to stay two nights in their new home and meet all the neighborhood kids, and if all goes as planned, they will also be getting their new bikes to ride. Then, of course, Steve asked if I wanted to bring Abby, as well- and why not? So, if Sasquatch agrees, I will be taking a lovely 2-hour trip with five kids Friday.
What was I thinking?
Anyway, I guess all will be well; I just have to find a way to keep them entertained on the way.
Prozac, anyone?
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Crisis Averted
Au contraire! It seems as if ex-wife #2 is so happy to be rid of her daughter (Abby) that she will even tolerate her former meal ticket's new (younger, thinner, hotter) woman to pick her up without incident! Actually I called Sasquatch when I left CVS and tried to make a little funny about calling her later for additional directions... after all, I joked, I am the only person I know who has actually been lost in Ridgefarm! (A little V-county humor there.) Silence on the other end, then a few choked out pleasantries.... In the words of Sunny J's little sister: humor dies hard.
I arrived without incident- to find Abby and the new squeeze's kids in the front yard, but no sign of mom. I got out to help Abby get her stuff in my van, when from across the street walks Ms Pretty Princess herself, already 1/2 drunk and carrying two fresh beers in one hand. Seems she recently gotten screwed by her heating/air conditioning contractor for almost $900 and needed the beers to 'de-stress;' judging by her inebriated state, I would say the destressing had already begun earlier that day.
And will you allow me a single snarky moment to say DAYUM! Girl looks rode hard and put away wet. Rough in the face, broad-shouldered (with the giant fake boobs everyone- friend, foe, and barfly alike- in Western Indiana has seen on occasion!) and apple-shaped. Wrinkly knees, hatchet nose, and big-boned. THIS is what every man in the twin-county area has been supposedly panting after? I beg to differ- unless they were under the influence of a very strong pair of beer goggles. I dunno- I'm not a guy- but maybe she looks good in the dark. With lots of smoke. And alcohol.
More later.
I arrived without incident- to find Abby and the new squeeze's kids in the front yard, but no sign of mom. I got out to help Abby get her stuff in my van, when from across the street walks Ms Pretty Princess herself, already 1/2 drunk and carrying two fresh beers in one hand. Seems she recently gotten screwed by her heating/air conditioning contractor for almost $900 and needed the beers to 'de-stress;' judging by her inebriated state, I would say the destressing had already begun earlier that day.
And will you allow me a single snarky moment to say DAYUM! Girl looks rode hard and put away wet. Rough in the face, broad-shouldered (with the giant fake boobs everyone- friend, foe, and barfly alike- in Western Indiana has seen on occasion!) and apple-shaped. Wrinkly knees, hatchet nose, and big-boned. THIS is what every man in the twin-county area has been supposedly panting after? I beg to differ- unless they were under the influence of a very strong pair of beer goggles. I dunno- I'm not a guy- but maybe she looks good in the dark. With lots of smoke. And alcohol.
More later.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I Smell A Rat
So tomorrow I will be getting off work, stopping by CVS for some toiletries, then off to S/L to pick up Steve's daughter, Abby, for the first time without him. This was a big decision- should I or shouldn't I? What kind of drama would await me? Would there be repercussions?
But no; 'Mom' says that would be great, even suggested Steve give me her (Jason's) number so i can call when I am getting close.
Generous of her.
I smell a rat.
But no; 'Mom' says that would be great, even suggested Steve give me her (Jason's) number so i can call when I am getting close.
Generous of her.
I smell a rat.
Killing Me Softly
I wish I had some astoundingly joyous news to post. Or at least something retchingly sensational, complete with graphic pictures. A fire, a natural distaster, a car crash (please let it be the red SUV with 'TAWNEY' on the license plates who never drives over fifty-freaking-five in the passsing lane! Please!) A police chase, a mugging, hell, even a dog fight would do... anything.
But I don't. Just one small, depressing piece of news: my lawyer, Mr Tall-Dark-and-Handsome, Younger-Than-Forty, is in the hospital with a pulmonary embolism.
And I have a very important court date at the end of the month, damn it!
Would it be rude and/or tacky to call his office to ask who will be handling my case in the even Mr. TD&H (or, actually, Mr. G) remains hospitalized or, God forbids, actually croaks?
Just askin'.
But I don't. Just one small, depressing piece of news: my lawyer, Mr Tall-Dark-and-Handsome, Younger-Than-Forty, is in the hospital with a pulmonary embolism.
And I have a very important court date at the end of the month, damn it!
Would it be rude and/or tacky to call his office to ask who will be handling my case in the even Mr. TD&H (or, actually, Mr. G) remains hospitalized or, God forbids, actually croaks?
Just askin'.
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