MaxOur divorce is final next Friday. I am so ready to be rid of his emotionally numb, P-A garbage.
Today, for example. He agreed to take Max, our (now my) dog. My truck was loaded up, we were ready to leave.
He called, as I slipped the key into the ignition. "Can you get here as close to 11 as possible? I'm trying to get stuff done before Max arrives."
So, Max and I headed back into the house. He's a basket case, because he was already told he was going "bye bye." He LOVES car rides.
What on this great green Earth does this man have to get done before he adds Max to his day? And if the dog is such an incredible impostion, why does he even want him there?
Questions I promise myself I will not dwell upon...