Well, at least it doesn't sound like she's getting your sense of humor in the divorce settlement! Or that she has much of her own...on her own.

I'm going to hope you don't go away from MB completely. You could still encourage and advise others, and provide credible understanding of their pain, given what you yourself have gone through.

And if it will help, I entirely take back what I said about the fly swatter. You may remain on the cobbler and feast till your little fly stomach bursts! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> Well, maybe not till it actually bursts. That sounds messy. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

t&l

... and painful! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />
<licking his multifacted eyes with his hideously long tongue>

Ah t&l, you are in the stomach bursting biznes so I suppose it's a pretty normal deal for you, but not for me. I'll just have a taste, LOL.

-AD

Since I posted an updated on grey's campfire, and on my new thread, i'm just doing a copy and paste here for completeness. This is the special expanded collectors' edition.

I went by to pick up my wife, to drive to the lawyer's office together. When I got there, she wasn't dressed (at 2:30). She said something like "Oh, you're here. I thought you weren't going to come." She looked GOOD wearing a pink camasole kind of thing. (did I mention the neckline?) I waited while she changed. While we drove, we talked about what we would do if we stayed married - and she was still talking about that when we drove up in the parking lot. She said she felt "stomach sick".

We went in, and the secretary showed us to a tiny conference room. When I commented on the size of the room, the secretary said that this suite used to be a doctor's office. I think this would have been the alcove where they weighed people - with a table and 4 chair sqeezed into it now. We sat at the table, the 3 of us. DD4, blissfully unaware, was drawing on some kind of magnetic sketch pad that they offered her to play with - so she would have something to sign too. W said "Are we really doing this? It doesn't seem real." I just looked at her.

We signed, and left. As we drove, she asked what it takes to stop it now. "Do we both have to agree to stop it?" My reply "I don't know." She wanted to go somewhere and eat. I declined, on the basis that I needed to get back to work. When we got to her place, she even looked a little sick.

Whatever. (and I don't mean that. What I mean is that I'm giving up trying to figure my W out. If after all this time, I haven't done it, I'm not going to figure it out now.)

To stop this, she's got to appeal to me with full force, not with hints. She's got to say plainly "I want to stay married to you. This was all a mistake. I will do whatever it takes." But it ain't gonna happen.

-AD

Well, I can assure you that on the day that the ring went into the moat, I didn't have much sense of humor either. When I realized what she had done, I took a few photos of the site (so I could attempt a recovery later), picked DD up out of her stroller, and headed for the exit - walking as fast as I could. W was trotting along behind, dragging the stroller. She asked me to slow down, and complained about having to drag the stroller, and I responded by telling her to just leave it - which she didn't do. It's ironic that she could throw away a nice diamond engagement ring, but wouldn't leave behind an $10 wal-mart umbrella stroller.

She didn't know what I was going to do, and neither did I. I thought I was going to fly home and divorce her posthaste, but she managed to get me to take her to dinner that night - and follow through on our plans to visit SeaWorld the next day.

Strange thing, speaking of humor, we had a laugh in the car on the way to the lawyer, but I don't remeber what we were laughing about.

-AD

Let's clarify "incredible." This is incredible only from my point of view, not incredible from the point of view of, say, Donald Trump. The Donald spits on my incredible amount of money. And then laughs with a mocking sneer. And no matter how much money I earn, it seems there are always that many bills that need to be paid so I'm still chronically short (of money). Personally, I'm ALWAYS short, which is another matter entirely.

t&l

I am NOT in the stomach-bursting business, I'll have you know. I'm in the stomach-SLICING business, which is very, very different. It's all done neatly, tidily, and precisely, and when we're done everything is stuffed, I mean arranged back inside and then sewed shut more or less like it was before. Stomach bursting is invariably messy, and ever-so-unnatractive! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> Although since I just encouraged you to let your stomach burst on cobbler, let me say that on YOU it would've looked cute! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

t&l

T&L is flirting with AD. My heavens.

AD, why don't you add a few more threads? Heh, heh. Just kiddin'.

GC

GC,

Do you think that would work?! More threads, that is? Actually, I was just looking for somewhere to drop my little daily report - and I thihk the other thread seems like a better blog hole - pretty quiet thread, really.

T&L has grandchildrem older than my only child. If she wants to flirt with me, it is completely harmless. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

-AD

<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Is that what I was doing? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> How humiliating. On the other hand, if only I'd known that stomach bursting and intestine spraying was such a turn-on for the guys, I could've used it more when I was 16, and it could've done me some good! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Don't sell yourself short there, buster. You're only 10 yrs. younger than I am, regardless of the ages of your child and my grandchildren. Apparently you were a later bloomer, while I "flowered" somewhat earlier! The more pertinent fact is that I (and you, too, at this point) am M-A-R-R-I-E-D, and even if I'd learned nothing from the experiences related on my thread, I'd still know that a site dedicated to combating infidelity would be a BAD place to come and hit on men!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

I'll flirt with somebody right after my fish gets its bicycle! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

t&l

Hello All!


EXACTLY! (me too)

-AD