Not My Job

I need a good slap upside my head and I know it.  Or maybe I should just beat my head against the nearest wall.

I talked to Mr. Hyde the other night to discuss the soon to come tax check and house issues.  He mentioned wanting to get the divorce process started to which I replied, ‘go for it.’  

Mr. Hyde can file at any time, but like me, he’s in a financial crunch.  He argued that since I was the one who left, I should be the one to file the divorce papers.

Because I need to establish residency, I can’t file divorce papers in my home state until I’ve been here for six consecutive months.  Meaning, I can’t even think of filing until early August.  It sucks, but I’m not in a relationship or heaven forbid…ready to get married again so I don’t feel terribly rushed to pay large sums of money to deal with lawyers in court.  Depending on Mr. Hyde’s mood, he’s either pissed or happy about the delay.

After our conversation the other night, I thought we decided he would file the papers this week.  He said he’d pay for it upfront and just deduct the cost from our federal check when it came in May.  Once it’s filed, it’s only a 60 day waiting period before it becomes final since we don’t have kids together.  We could both be free of each other as soon as July.

Fine. Done. the process will be started, right?  Well, after our conversation the other night, Mr. Hyde has swung into Dr. Jekyll mode.  Maybe hearing my voice and discussing divorce made it too real for him…or maybe it turned him on, who knows?  Either way, he emailed me saying he misses me and wants to know if I can take care of him... sexually.