So now I'm being told to hurry up with my info to file for divorce because its been six months and its time to get this done. Six? Its September right? He left in May. That's four months. Okay, we had the big confrontation in April...that's five months. I guess he gets to start the timer from when he met his girlfriend, even though I was still clueless that my marriage was over. Gee, that's fair. I hate that one short email can ruin my whole frigging day. Its not enough that I'm here by myself with two kids, no job, no break, and no end in sight. I have to get the psychological crap on a regular basis. I know there is no easy answer to all of this. I just had to vent so hopefully I can salvage the day. Hope yours is better than mine.
