The Daily Bitch

August 19, 1998 Vol. 3 Issue 3

Well, it's done. I'm finally into my new apartment, I mean "Townhouse." It's not much to look at and there ain't a lot of room in it for the shit I got to walk away with but it'll do for right now. That brings up an interesting point. I think I finally understand why divorces can be so much fun. See in my previous relationship (before the one that just ended) I really didn't have much to speak of. A computer, some clothes, TV and VCR. The furniture was garage sale second hand, so I didn't care what the X did with it. Now in my last relationship, we worked some real hard times and finally got a bit ahead in the world and WE (we as in me and her) decided to buy some furniture and other personal items. Now mind you we both worked hard for the money. Wait, that's not exactly true, come with me while we go back in history.....

Now when me and the latest X got hooked up there in Syracuse, things were really tough. I was still going to college earning that minimum wage. Whereas the X had just left her husband (yeah, you read that right - I could be blamed for breaking up an already bad marriage) and was in the process of filing for a divorce. Now she had a house with that soon to be X-husband that they sold eventually for about 100K which they split 50-50. Now the X's lawyer gave her the idea of investing in some property and he would pay her "interest" on the money. She decided to do it. So now she has a little extra coming in and along with mine, we are able to get a little stuff. After this "investment" started maturing a bit, the X decides we need a vehicle, so WE (we as in we both looked at the car - but she had the money) bought a car. It was a good little car and served our purposes real well (even better once the dealer replaced the transmission after it damn near dropped out of the car after about 10 days). Now I finish the college thing and can go get a "real" job that pays better. Well, I get one, sort of. It takes a little time since Syracuse is "small" when it comes to computer companies and I don't have the experience that the two big stores in town are looking for. So I have to aim a bit lower and take a job at a "mom & pop" shop doing the computer thing figuring this will at least establish my name in the area (what a joke that turned out to be). Anyway, everything "works out" and somehow I end up moving to Rochester and working for Kodak for money that I only once dreamed of. Mind you the whole time, I'm bringing in a constant trickle of cash, while we "burn" through the X's money buying things like a second computer, a better car (with payments), some furniture, and mind you were constantly upgrading our domicile as we could afford it. Always on the lookout for that "better" house or apartment. Finally the investment money ran out (yeah it was done - 50k or so gone in 2.5 years) but we had a lot to show for it. Now since the investment money is no longer coming in, it's up to me to find a better paying job so we can continue in the lifestyle we are living. This brings me to my job at EDS. This job brought me a pay raise large enough to cover the lack of the X's money that is no longer coming in and we lived like this for most of the last year together, with MY money (yeah, I said my money - after all, I'm working for it) paying the car payment, part of the rent, and the bills. I say part of the rent because the X had got a bad knee which gives her the ability to collect Social Security and not have to work. Which was fine by me since, she did all the house stuff and all I usually had to do was garbage, groceries and the dog. Ahh the "dogger", a black miniature toy poodle called Sambeau that we bought about three and a half years ago and he has been OUR baby. Uh oh, I'm getting pissed so allow me to bitch for a second: Now imagine this shit, you have raised this little animal for the past 3.5 years and he thinks the world of you. That's the way dogs are, they give you that undying love just to be touched and know that you care for them. See this shit really pisses me off to the point of fucking tears. That is much my animal as it hers, but I'm the bigger person (I'm assuming this) because I let her "have" the dog. I mean after all it was HER $300 that paid for him. After all, in the beginning I didn't even want the little shit, I thought it was a bad idea. So therefore it must be HER dog, right? Get this, you know who I miss more out of the last relationship? If you guessed the dogger then Sparky, go get your prize!

Ok, now where was I before I got all teary-eyed over missing my little buddy? Oh yeah, so anyway now that I have really fucked up by doing so many terrible things (don't ask me what I did, I'm still trying to figure it out) and the stress of my son coming back to live with us would surely drive her to edge of death, I know must get out and end this relationship. Now comes the fun time, dividing what is HERS and what is MINE. For starter's forget ALL and I do mean ALL of the furniture. Well except for those two lamps and that halogen post lamp, you can have those. Goody! At least I'll be able to stare at the bleak emptiness of my new place. You can have some towels and washcloths, BUT NONE OF THE GOOD STUFF. Now mind you WE bought all of this stuff together, but now that the end has come, realization that it was HER money allows HER to assume "bought with my money - must be mine." So, basically I get my son's bed ( a twin - imagine the fun I've had sleeping on that lately), and my personal possessions. Now I have the better computer then her, so that's my laugh on that subject. Luckily, my brother is moving in, and he is brining all his "stuff" and I shouldn't worry because he has some couches and a chair and everything we could possibly need to start out. Mind you this sounded great in theory, but needless to say once we got it moved in, my place now looks like every college apartment you have ever seen. Second hand couches, the brand new TV perched on a stolen milk crate, paper plates, plastic cups (you know, the kind the beer comes in at your favorite college bar), and over in the corner "Computer Central." This is where live revolves, around the computer, after all what is life if you can't surf?

So this is what it comes down to, how quickly the fun times buying all that special stuff, get tossed into the dumpster as we rip out the old chainsaw and yell "YOU WANT HALF, COME AND GET YOUR HALF!" while showing the world exactly what makes that Sealy Posturepedic mattress so damn comfortable. I guess that's the way life goes, live and fucking learn, right?

I’m done for today. Consider yourself "Bitched at."