The Pre-trial

Well, here we go.

Pre-trial was today... I love what I do for a living.

When she thundered into the area, I identified her to my lawyer as the one with the heavy footfalls.

She refused to look at me, but her attorney and her mother both glared at me. Am I supposed to be intimidated? I think I can explain the attorney and the mother though....

Attorney: Has to deal with her OCD about every aspect of this event. He's going to be pissed at me because he has to deal with her $hit.

Her Mother: She was so optimistic that I would be the person who would finally take the vindictive one off her hands after 37 long years. Sorry to let you down mom, I know you will forgive me someday. If it sounded too good to be true, it's because it was. I was wrong for jumping in with both feet when I wasn't ready.

So... judge wants numbers - and so do I. I want to see where she attempts to cover up her debts, because I'm pretty sure the judge can side with me on spending 5 years with the wench and having nothing to show for it, even after the fact that I paid all her outstanding debts, bought her last divorce, got her a house, updated it and gave the pig air conditioning. She wanted it all from me, I left with the clothes on my back and she secured the rest. I tried to work with her... she took my transportation - f her.

Say prayers that I won't get screwed by her one last time - she's clearly ahead of the trailer park I pulled her ass from.

My attorney agrees that if she wants to fight - we should be entitled to half of everything - cut that car up, cut the house in half, sell that truck... yeah - does she REALLY want to do this?

Good day!