You are nothing but …

Paper work for the divorce printed. My ex to took me to a Fed Ex shipping place. We signed the final documents, made the copies and turned it in to the courthouse.

…. and, of course, Jack starts talking about the “bad months” that are “starting to splash against his consciousness.”

And all I am thinking is …

  1. I got the paperwork signed before it was too late.
  2. I am not there to be a target of his rage.

Today, I only have to function from 4 to 4:30 PM to help a staff member with his timecard. Then I can rest this evening, I can try to relax — drink a ginger kabocha to help with feeling physically unwell.

I haven’t been able to focus my brain because when I try to think, my only thought was: get the divorce finished before NOVEMBER! (Well. I almost did.)

Jack will start seeing his therapist 3 to 5 times a week for the next few months … Maybe the Beast will not come out to play. Maybe the man of God will stay quiet. Maybe evil Jack will not show up at my door. For now, I do not have to worry about those things.

And on February 20, 2022, I am free.

I should be celebrating, but all I can do is sob.

One Response to “You are nothing but …”

  1. dad says:

    read all, hope to hear from you soon.

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