T.O.W. Fails The Text

Sometimes something so wrong turns out oh-so-right.

Let me take a step back. Many people get divorced and they spend years arguing, fretting, disputing, despising and going through every other range of emotions for years to come. They play out both the marriage and the divorce as if it just happened yesterday. That could have been J-Fed and I -- and for about a year it was.

But then things seemed to come together, especially over the last few months. All of the puzzle pieces fell into place. Instead of working against each other, we started working for each other. And that was fine by me. As they say, hold your friends close and your enemies closer. Ok, I wouldn't exactly consider the Fedster my enemy. In fact, these days he's been
an excellent co-parent in many ways.

That's not to say that it's all good; it's just not all bad. We still have our arguments over money, and even as recently as last week we were briefly at each other's throats. But we manage to resolve the issues to tackle parenting in the most effective manner possible. All in all,  I'd like to give both J-Fed and I gold stars in our post-divorce behavior.

That said, I'd like to give The Other Woman  (T.O.W.) a swift kick in her fucking head. No... really. Just when I thought that bitch had slipped into a canal and sucked her last breath, she or shall I say "it" lives. And "it" is every bit as much of a nasty, dirty bitch as I remembered.

It was a bright, sunshiny day on this end. Yesterday was quite an event. You see, the Fedster and I, along with my mother and Mr. Ex's mother, our two kids, Mr. Ex's two kids and the neighbor's kid all attended a local Halloween celebration. Poor Mr. Ex missed out on the festivities because he had to go to the doctors.