Ball-Less Wonders

You think your marriage is bad... and then you get divorced.

If by some chance you have no children, you may be off the hook. You can pack up, move out and move on. However, if there are kids inolved, the fun is only beginning. That's right. You thought it couldn't get worse. But boy were you wrong.

This week, I'll be blogging tales of action, adventure and acrimony. After nine months since J-Fed and I split, it's amazing that we can still be at each other's throats. Now, we're going for the jugular. Let's start with the small stuff... and trust me, it's all small stuff constantly blown out of proportion.

About four weeks ago, I told J-Fed that I could no longer care for the puppy he had given me. It was a nice gesture -- if I were a single woman who was in desperate need of company. But that wasn't the case. Yeah, I was single... if you didn't count the two small children and one dog I was already taking care of. In addition to not being housetrained, he also had a bad habit of chewing up garbage, knocking the baby down on the tile and crying all day long while I tried to work from home.

It was too much. I explained to J-Fed that he needed to take over dog duty. I was defeated and one step away from being put into a straitjacket. He begrudingly accepted the return of his "gift". Despite the fact, I missed the pooping pup I knew I had made the best decision for our household... and the dog.

Fast forward one month. J-Fed repeatedly asked me to give him the kennel which I had paid about $125 for. I refused. He explained he wanted to let his move have it. Once again, I said no. I paid for the crate and that's all there was to it. The issue agitated him in the same way it agitated me that he "expected" me to give him the crate. But that wasn't the last of the issues.