Did I mention 'ridiculously busy at work'?
To make up for my lack of blogging:
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
War. Good God y'all
I'm at war so I do not have a lot of time to post. Let's settle for a quick update, shall we?
- Still negotiating partner alimony. Next meeting has to wait until June (sigh).
- Ridiculously busy at work.
- Ridiculously.
- RIDICULOUS!!
- Apparently, in the Netherlands Grey's Anatomy's season ends with episode 18. GOD.
- People have such an idealized image of Paris. It's alright - it's just that Italy is so much better (or Spain, for that matter).
- The weed jokes coming with foreigners attending the show in Amsterdam have started. I'm annoyed. But that's an easily accomplished state of mind, these days.
- I'm making a care package. I actually have the box and two of the gifts in my house. Think I'll make it work, this time?
- I plan to follow Sarah's example and not worry about money involved with week 1 of July. I just plan to soak in the bliss of that fun-packed week.
- I had a dream about the main character of 'my book'. I didn't know it when I was writing, but he looks like a celebrity. Which is fitting, since in the book, he is a celebrity. Anyway, I will never tell which celebrity he takes after. Ha!
- My credit card and me are on the loose tonight. I plan to get at least one pair of jeans that fit. And a business ensemble for the event that's kicking my ass to a pulp, due end of June.
- What follows after "Ha, ha, ha, whoops!"? "Uh-oh!"
- Still negotiating partner alimony. Next meeting has to wait until June (sigh).
- Ridiculously busy at work.
- Ridiculously.
- RIDICULOUS!!
- Apparently, in the Netherlands Grey's Anatomy's season ends with episode 18. GOD.
- People have such an idealized image of Paris. It's alright - it's just that Italy is so much better (or Spain, for that matter).
- The weed jokes coming with foreigners attending the show in Amsterdam have started. I'm annoyed. But that's an easily accomplished state of mind, these days.
- I'm making a care package. I actually have the box and two of the gifts in my house. Think I'll make it work, this time?
- I plan to follow Sarah's example and not worry about money involved with week 1 of July. I just plan to soak in the bliss of that fun-packed week.
- I had a dream about the main character of 'my book'. I didn't know it when I was writing, but he looks like a celebrity. Which is fitting, since in the book, he is a celebrity. Anyway, I will never tell which celebrity he takes after. Ha!
- My credit card and me are on the loose tonight. I plan to get at least one pair of jeans that fit. And a business ensemble for the event that's kicking my ass to a pulp, due end of June.
- What follows after "Ha, ha, ha, whoops!"? "Uh-oh!"
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
And the bitch goes on
You know, you don't want to hear this. It's more bitching about uninteresting stuff, so don't read.
Yesterday; another meeting with the divorce mediator. The difference in income I need to pay him is little over 400 euros. Then there's his debt from college, which will cost me another 100 euros a month. So I'll be paying him over 500 euros a month. The upside is that we will split the costs for our son 50/50.
The discussion focuses on the number of years I will be paying him partner alimony. He was already working parttime before our son came into the world (because he wanted to work less), but started working 28 instead of 32 hours a week, after our son was born.
My reasoning: three years of working parttime equals three years of partner alimony. These three years are also a period in which he can work on his career and reach his full potential.
His reasoning: I have sacrificed so much, I should be getting five years of partner alimony.
It's an impasse. And I'm sitting there, trying to see his side. Every time I do, something inside me screams NO! NO! NO!. I don't know why - it's just money. If it were the food processor, I wouldn't think twice about it. But no - I would. That's why I got the mixer, right?
I think it has to do with the reasoning. I am getting really fed up with hearing that he has done more when we were renovating the house, while I was sitting on my fat ass and studied (which my work paid for) (and my ass wasn't fat) (and I worked fulltime, he didn't work at all back then and I studied fulltime and I did work on the house whenever possible). That he has sacrificed his career in order to take care of the (best) kid (in the world) - something he desperately wanted to do. That our relationship is what drove him to become an alcoholic and depressed (yeah, new tune). And that I basically lived like a goddess in France and that he made all of that possible.
It really, really makes me want to scream out loud that I managed to get a degree and worked my way up (a little) despite him, not because of him. That it doesn't exactly help in the work department when your head is at home, wondering what mess you will find this time when you'll get home. But screaming all of that really wouldn't help, so I won't. I don't want to get down to his level.
So it's an impasse. And he says that we will have to work it out "in a different way" - which means that he wants to take it to the lawyers and to court. I know, because I've heard that one every time I even remotely disagree on something. The mediator reminded him that that wouldn't be in the kid's interest. And I'm thinking: really, take it to court. See how far that will get you. Because then all the dirt will be on the table. I don't think it'll be in your best interest, dude.
And then I'm thinking: I wish it was over and done with. Has it come to this, really? Having to put my foot down because he wants the food processor, the pans, the mixer, the car (a gift from my mom to me, but never mind) AND five years of alimony? Or should I just give him what he wants and move on?
Isn't it just fucking sad? Shouldn't everything be about the (best) kid (in the world) and not about stupid fucking money?
God.
Yesterday; another meeting with the divorce mediator. The difference in income I need to pay him is little over 400 euros. Then there's his debt from college, which will cost me another 100 euros a month. So I'll be paying him over 500 euros a month. The upside is that we will split the costs for our son 50/50.
The discussion focuses on the number of years I will be paying him partner alimony. He was already working parttime before our son came into the world (because he wanted to work less), but started working 28 instead of 32 hours a week, after our son was born.
My reasoning: three years of working parttime equals three years of partner alimony. These three years are also a period in which he can work on his career and reach his full potential.
His reasoning: I have sacrificed so much, I should be getting five years of partner alimony.
It's an impasse. And I'm sitting there, trying to see his side. Every time I do, something inside me screams NO! NO! NO!. I don't know why - it's just money. If it were the food processor, I wouldn't think twice about it. But no - I would. That's why I got the mixer, right?
I think it has to do with the reasoning. I am getting really fed up with hearing that he has done more when we were renovating the house, while I was sitting on my fat ass and studied (which my work paid for) (and my ass wasn't fat) (and I worked fulltime, he didn't work at all back then and I studied fulltime and I did work on the house whenever possible). That he has sacrificed his career in order to take care of the (best) kid (in the world) - something he desperately wanted to do. That our relationship is what drove him to become an alcoholic and depressed (yeah, new tune). And that I basically lived like a goddess in France and that he made all of that possible.
It really, really makes me want to scream out loud that I managed to get a degree and worked my way up (a little) despite him, not because of him. That it doesn't exactly help in the work department when your head is at home, wondering what mess you will find this time when you'll get home. But screaming all of that really wouldn't help, so I won't. I don't want to get down to his level.
So it's an impasse. And he says that we will have to work it out "in a different way" - which means that he wants to take it to the lawyers and to court. I know, because I've heard that one every time I even remotely disagree on something. The mediator reminded him that that wouldn't be in the kid's interest. And I'm thinking: really, take it to court. See how far that will get you. Because then all the dirt will be on the table. I don't think it'll be in your best interest, dude.
And then I'm thinking: I wish it was over and done with. Has it come to this, really? Having to put my foot down because he wants the food processor, the pans, the mixer, the car (a gift from my mom to me, but never mind) AND five years of alimony? Or should I just give him what he wants and move on?
Isn't it just fucking sad? Shouldn't everything be about the (best) kid (in the world) and not about stupid fucking money?
God.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Hang on while I bitch for a second
When you have been condemned to wherever your car will take you for every vacation because your spouse is afraid of flying, when you haven't been able to take your spouse to your second home country because he is afraid of flying, when you had to cancel a surprise weekend trip because your spouse is afraid of flying, it really is fucking awesome when your spouse cheerfully tells you he will take his new girlfriend to Sweden, by plane.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Reasons to smile
July 1: DMB in Paris
July 2: KoL in Rotterdam
July 5: DMB in Lucca
July 7: DMB in Amsterdam
Best reason to smile: Sarah is going to be there too!
July 2: KoL in Rotterdam
July 5: DMB in Lucca
July 7: DMB in Amsterdam
Best reason to smile: Sarah is going to be there too!
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