Nl, not really. I would say her saying I'm a pussy and a baby and me calling her fat is not cordial. However, the past two days I've been cordial and putting in an effort to be because my son is upset and asked me yesterday why we all didn't live together. That was really tough to hear and broke my heart.
Kicked over a coffee table and broke it. Or broke a baby gate on the stairs.
CoDB is the City of DoucheBags, a/k/a/ New York City.
Oh, it's been two months. And I go visit family in Scarsdale when I go up there.
The hate will fade, as all hatred does. But it will take some time. The things she has done, like not liking the child support amount granted and wanting more, have flat out been immorally wrong. To the point where the judge did not grant her spousal and forced her to file for divorce the day of our hearing. I also need to continue to grow and find myself again. I lost touch with who I was and what I enjoyed in life. I need to get that back.
Went out with the squirter and her friend. They've hooked up a few times before. We went to a bar and they started dancing with me, resulted in me making out with the squirter and her friend jumping in. After about 5 minutes I got the check and we went back to the Squirter's place and were bullshitting around. Music got put on and the same thing occurred. It was strange as it wasn't awkward and was pretty smooth. At no point was I wondering what to do.
1.) I was held up when I delivered ice cream mix / booze in bad areas of Philly. Two different companies but same result. So it is now a reason why I'm very hesitant to go through any place bad in the city.
