No change on my so-called visitation "rights" but I had to sign consent for my ex to take the kids to Cuba for a week in the fall with her parents.
Meanwhile I'm still waiting for the FUCKING TAX INFORMATION I need to be ABLE TO EVEN FILE my taxes. But of course my lawyer as usual didn't even have the balls to force the issue "Try entering ZEROES instead!"
Fucking lawyers are fucking worthless. And I get to watch as my ex continues to move on with her life...as my children grow more and more away from me...as everyone I have ever known continues to surpass me in terms of personal and financial success.
What do I have to show for all my grief and misery? A psych report that some lying cunt of a cop said I was violent on, a continued and persistent inability to find anything remotely resembling gainful employment of any kind!
I live alone, I have lost people that were my family for 15 years and when I AM REALLY LUCKY, AND I BEHAVE LIKE A REALLY, REALLY GOOD BOY? I GET TO SEE MY FUCKING KIDS TWO DAYS A WEEK!
So today I'M CELEBRATING all the FINE and WONDERFUL things in my life! LIKE TWO AND A HALF YEARS OF UNEMPLOYMENT! Thinks like THE END OF 15 YEARS OF MARRIAGE!
HEY! LET'S ALSO NOT FORGET TO CELEBRATE ME ALMOST COMPLETE AND UTTER FAILURE AS A WRITER! WOW! I HAVE ALL OF 200 FANS! WHEN I'M REALLY LUCKY THEY EVEN BUY ABOUT TWICE AS MANY OF MY BOOKS IN A YEAR!
Wow...my life is just so motherfucking AWESOME, isn't it?
To celebrate the day, I'M DIVING HEAD FIRST INTO A BOTTLE OF RUM! I'm not even waiting until noon! AND I'M NOT GOING TO STOP DRINKING UNTIL I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS!
YAY! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD TO BE ME!