DIVORCE COURT DATE
Guess what?! I have to go to court on Monday, February 7th. It is the first court appearance dealing with my divorce. I have been to court a few times already, but they were all for the domestic violence crap. Luckily, Cobb County Legal Services found me a kind attorney who is taking my case pro bono. Gosh, I am in such a pathetic situation that even LAWYERS feel sorry for me.
The paralegal called me today to ask a few questions related to accusations Rick had made against me. A few of them were true...I fully admit. But they occurred in the 80’s and if I was such an obnoxious wench, why did he marry me? Can you imagine telling your attorney what a lunatic your wife was when she was in her 20’s and then saying, “Yeah, I married her when we were 30.”? If that’s the best you’ve got Rick, God help you because I have the police reports. My witnesses are police and yours are the accusations that you have put out there. Heck, I could enter this blog as evidence!
Oh well, when you are a wife abusing, lying, cowardly cheat, I guess you go with what you have. But, what I can’t understand is why his attorney is going along with the pre-marital accusations. I’m no lawyer nor am I a judge but I think that the allegations would be what they call irrelevant. And not only that, don’t you feel silly telling people what a jerk I was BEFORE you proposed? I certainly would. I never told many people about what a jerk Rick was because I didn’t want to look like a jack ass for staying with him. I can do it now because I am rid of him and pursuing a divorce. As dumb as I feel looking back on what I put up with, I would feel even dumber had this all happened BEFORE I married him.
My father is a wise man. He once said to me, “You know Meg, I have a strong respect for the insitution of marriage and I don’t think there are many good reasons for ending one, but one good reason is THAT YOU COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!”
Jeez, I hope he is right. I haven’t had any luck so far but I put on make up, low rise jeans and a low cut shirt before I left the house last night (see picture below). All in the attempt to find Prince Charming. No luck...at least not with Prince Charming. But I did shoot some damn good stick last night. Of course, the broken hand thing from the batter’s box thing wasn’t too lucky, but I am not going to complain because my son said it was stupid and I did it anyway. (Why don’t they put a beginner’s button on those things? Sammy Sosa couldn’t have hit those balls.)
So, Monday is court day. Tune in later for the details. I will have to admit to some of the stupid things I did over 20 years ago. I don’t mind one bit. Bring it on Rick. With every accusation, you are going to look more like a fool than you do just standing still.