The Man in the Little White Truck

The wheels are turning in DH's piddly brain.

He received the divorce papers.

He read the divorce papers.

He had a near-psychotic fit of rage over the divorce papers.

But if he never signs the divorce papers, maybe he will win.

All the while he was waiting for the papers to arrive, he kept referring to "the man in the little white truck" who would bring them. This was, it appears, the man who had served his first divorce papers 9 years ago, and not a reference to the little-known divorce fairy, who rides on a winged unicorn.

So, he was waiting for the little white truck. With the man. And we know how DH likes to repeat history.

I had my attorney mail the papers out of courtesy for DH's privacy. And he has yet to return them, signed. He must still be waiting for the man with the little white truck.

I know, DH is not especially deserving of my courtesy, but I must have momentarily mistaken him for a sentient human being.

Now I have to go to the trouble of finding a man with a little white truck to serve DH with his divorce papers.

I'm certainly not going to go out of my way to track down the divorce fairy. Not for DH.

Like Mother, Like Child

This past weekend, DH's grown son was married. In addition to a sizable monetary gift, DH paid for the rehearsal dinner.

It was $1,300.00.

For fewer than 20 people.

In contrast, our rehearsal dinner had been only $450, of which DH paid nothing.

Actually, his total contribution our whole wedding was approximately $0.

Give or take a nickel.

I'm surprised he was able to afford to be so generous with his son. After all, he's been telling me for a long time how little money he has.

Our household financial struggles go back a long way.

While I was pregnant, I developed pneumonia. One hundred three degree fever, I had. For three weeks.

I was sick.

It was also the hottest summer in recent history.

One hundred ten degrees.

But I endured this all without turning on the air conditioner once.

We couldn't afford it, DH kept reminding me.

It's so funny how I've recently discovered that he put over $3,500 into saving and retirement in just that one month.

No wonder there was no money for air conditioning!

Unfortunately, it is evident that DD must endure the same sort of treatment that was lavished upon me.

Prior to my moving out and demanding child support (of which he is not paying enough), DH's total contributions to all DD's needs (including baby furniture, diapers, clothes, everything) was...









Take a deep breath...









$7.99.

But no hard feelings...I'm sure that is all he could afford.