August 11, 2003

For an old woman going through a hideous divorce, I’m doing fine! Don’t have any discretionary funds, but there are other folks willing to entertain me and come to my house for dinner and TV. So, life ain’t so bad……no it ain’t! Afterall, the military takes care of dependents to a small degree, so it’s not nearly as bad as it could be. My spirits are up, my house is clean, I’ve made any number of improvements and repairs my husband just wouldn’t do, and the yard looks great. Cleaned up all the crap he left piled up for two years. It’s just amazing what a woman can do in the absence of a man!

When I found myself stepping out of lockup on the corner of Leigh & 9th Streets at 1:30AM, I was pissed……boy! was I pissed! But I just didn’t know this was the beginning of getting my life back! Yes, I got my life back! And that old sick feeling was gone; you know the sick feeling you get when the only thing one sees in the future is the “same old, same old” no account routine that fills the heart with dread and woe, and the endless torture of having to live with a guy who doesn’t even care if you exist, as long as you “keep up” his sorry ass! Finally, I was on my way up just as I stepped out of the Richmond Lockup. I smiled and waved goodnight to the sweet, silly old deputies who’d just stripped searched me, (that was the most hands on attention I’d had in over a year!), finger printed both my hands on a really neat new techo, no ink, fingerprint scanner and damned if they didn’t take two of the best photos I’ve had taken in 7 years! What a night! Talk about fun, that was it for me!

Suppose you wonder how I found myself outside the police station in downtown Richmond….I wondered, too. Well, thanks to that no-good, womanizing, paranoid, psycho husband of mine, I was taking in the sights, sounds and smells our grand city has to offer from the back seat of a police cruiser, a tour courtesy of Richmond’s finest….I was in handcuffs, too! Talk about first class…this was it, all the way!

Not to belabor the story for too awfully long, here are the highlights, and I’ll fill in the rest as I have time to flesh out the skeleton of this silly ass story. You see, my husband, not being of sound mind nor good judgement, (Please check out the entry, Eureka!) had me arrested to cover his sorry behind with his military command. You see, he had a little, piece of fluff on the side, got careless, and she told me about it at a military dinner in honor of my husband’s recent promotion. Well, he may have been promoted in his military life, but his personal life just demoted him right out the backdoor, never to live here again. Can’t stand an infidel! No, I can’t!

Here’s what got him going:

 I told him I’d have both their butts on a platter for his infidelity.
 I complained in a letter to his command about his sweetie’s behavior at the dinner.
 He tried really hard to have me committed to a mental hospital.
 Couldn’t do that, so he swore out bogus assault warrants on me.
 I was arrested anyway, because he was screaming like a girl that I’d attacked him. Funny thing, he didn’t have the first injury…humm…(See Album)
 He’s out of my house….yes my house.
 He’s been stalking me until I told the court on his sorry behind & filled in with a little of his background and criminal activities.
 Now he’s filing for divorce….and I’m just happy as a little pig in “do-do!”

Life is good! You all have another glass of ice tea, won’t you?

Later!