7 years ago I had a hysterectomy and while it released me from monthly visits from the menstrual fairy, it did not relieve the PMS symptoms that invade my otherwise pleasant self and morph me into some kind of a demon possessed freak. If anything, I would say that the older I am the more vicious and scary that demonic aberration can be. I have 2 distinct days when it hits, and about every 3rd month the symptoms are to the extreme. One day being the depression day, when I have the blues and will cry at the drop of a hat over ridiculous things, the other is anger day. I feel it push the rock from in front of its cave, oozing out to course through my veins, taking over any rational thought or irritation and turning into a nuclear melt down. Yesterday was odd, both hit at once and I flipped back and forth between them as if someone was randomly flipping a switch. Thankfully the Lexapro does keep things in check so rather than a full blown radioactive disaster we just had a bonfire of anger at times. I took it out on the soon-to-be ex-husband, who better?
The dung hit the fan blades when I began thinking about the 26 year old bimbo that began sending him her photos on his cell phone within a week of him telling me he wanted a divorce. She turned up on his Facebook friends a few months prior. He bragged to some coworkers about this 26 year old being interested in him when the pictures started coming, a big hairy deal for a 45 year old man. I’m supposed to believe him that she was not in the picture prior to his sudden shift in attitude toward me in those months before telling me he wanted out but that is a little tough to accept. No man I have consulted for a guy’s opinion is buying it either, in fact all of them kept telling me this divorce likely had more to do with another woman than me. I got upset on my way home from work thinking about how I had to give up MY husband, house, hot tub and pool and this little tart is now using all of those AND sleeping in my bed. The embers smoldered into flames and I decided that I was not in the mood to be cooperative with him. It was an evening of signing paper work that he had not brought the first time and providing copies of my drivers license. I was NOT in a good place to say the least but happy to report that my prince turned loser in tin foil and I will be officially divorced on August 2nd. A Monday because the courts don’t do divorces on Fridays. I wanted it on our anniversary, thought it would be funny to end it on the same day it began but this year August 13th is a Friday, which would be even MORE fitting!
Fantasy dialog – those things you WANT to say or do but don’t, except to someone close to you that knows you’d never really flatten all 4 tires on the car that is parked entirely too close to yours when you come out of the store. It is a form of venting. Like last night after king of the swine (hey HE is the one that told me all men are pigs) stopped by. I told the other Divas that, since the royal oinker is even more allergic to cats than I am, I’d love to take Pixel kitty over there and rub his pillow cases all over her the next time he is on duty at the fire house. Cat dander would have his baby blues swollen shut and watering by the time he woke up sneezing all over himself. My mom chimed in and referred to the dander as Pixel Dust. Not to be confused with Pixie Dust, Pixel Dust isn’t going to help anyone fly no matter how many happy thoughts they can think. Though if it was Pixie dust, it was one deliciously gleeful thought for me that would have had me soaring above the clouds! Hmm..maybe rub his bath towel all over her too.
Today is a new day, the sun is shining, the weather is beautiful, and the evil monster is back in her cave. Marvi me is back in her glory, wishing nothing but prosperity and happiness for the ex-hubby to be, right after a piano falls on his salt and pepper haired head. *wicked evil grin*
Seems the little ho-se bunny is MARRIED! Found her on my son’s Facebook, along with her husband’s page, and they have a child, looks to be about 2yo. How precious is that! Wonder if the hubby (who is a co-worker of one of my offspring) is aware his wife is spending a lot of time in my former bed with the soon to be former hubby? Wondering is that the sudden rush to empty out the spare bedroom? Moving her and the little bundle of joy into the house? How delicious is that! *wondering* will the little girl call Pete step-daddy…or GRANDPA since he is old enough to be her momma’s daddy…..