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I wrote the check for the divorce filing today.  She had already started the paperwork on a summary dissolution when I gave her the ultimatum.  Now I just have to mail it.

She came clean about getting the paperwork moving when I told her my buddy (who is an attorney) was going to handle it.  It took some pulling, but she finally fessed up.  I gave her an ultimatum about being open and honest, but even then, she couldn't.  When I addressed her lying by omission as not being honest, she broke down.  I told her it was over, that I didn't care what she was doing with her life, I have divested myself of interest.  She became emotive and cried, but told me should wouldn't hide things from me anymore and that it makes her sad.  Whatever.  Grieving time is over, healing time has begun.  The relief of some type of closure is liberating.

She asked how things were going and we've had a few conversations since.  The topic of my boy came up and I sorta/kinda not-quite-on-purpose let slip that my first ex is screwing up and not wanting to take the boy this weekend.  This screws me up because my attorney bro is having his birthday party in Vegas and I plan on being there.  The first ex got her shit wired tight, so I'm still on.  Earlier this week, my soon-to-be second ex writes me an email about how sad this is to her, that she wishes it didn't turn out this way, but not to call or write because she doesn't want her emotions manipulated.  I replied back that she has my number.  And silence ever since.

It feels to me that she was trying to manipulate MY emotions and get me melancholy before I drove out to Sin City.  Not happening, the de-pussification of American males starts here.  I'm not rollilng to Vegas looking for ex-wife number 3 or Ms. Right, or even Ms. Right Now but I'm damn sure not turning anyone away.  I have made up my mind.  If I get a phone call this weekend in the middle of the debauchery, I ain't answering the phone.  I'm going to have fun, and damn the consequences- she made her choice.

Ain't Nothin' to a G.

If you don't see me on Live Monday night, start calling the Las Veags PD.  Thanks!  :)