Waiting on Me

I sit at my computer - a beer at my left hand and my faithful cat at my right. (He likes messing with the wrist guard) I've been slightly nostalgic of late. I can't believe how far I've come, and how far behind I am. But, it's all gonna work out, as I have found out.

I own my house now, since the ex finally signed away the last bit of connection I had to his worthless ass. He continues to impress me with his inability to be a worthwhile human. He just let go one of his better coaches just because he didn't want any trouble from some parents. The ex is a loser and will be rewarded as such. It's just taken me a while to see that.

At this time last year, I was running around to all sorts of lawyers in town trying to find one to quickly extricate me from my marital status. I found one; and have since found out that I didn't do enough running around because he sucked raw eggs through a straw made of cow dung. I should've found a female lawyer. At least this summer I won't be facing the biggest failure of my life again.

Pity the ex doesn't see it that way.

I have a new grill, a new lawn mower, a new job, new coaching responsibilities, a new commute, a new washer and dryer, a new credit card, new clothes; I wonder when the new me will finally molt and show up ready to take over? I'm waiting. I can feel it; but breaking through that tough outer shell is a bitch. It's hard to do since the ex took the damn hatchet. That still burns me a little. Who does that?

No one I want to ever be associated with -that's for sure.