What the Hell?
06-13-02

For those of you who are wondering about my marital status after reading "The Gimme Game", let me fill you in. 

It was a long time ago when I wrote that. Probably more than two years ago. At any rate, I have filed for divorce finally. :) I still hang around my husband though. I'm at his house now, typing this. He's outside working on my car. As soon as he is done, he is getting dumped (again.) I'm so freaking fed up with his laziness and bullshit. Maybe you're saying, "Lazy?? But, Heather, didn't you just say he is outside working on your car?" Yes, I said that, but he was supposed to work on this car a month ago. He puts it off, and puts it off, and puts it off some more. Just now, he came in and tried to put it off some more. He is L-A-Z-Y. I'm done with it.

I moved out in July 2001 and have been living with my mother. He and I sort of stayed together on and off for the last year. Back in March, I thought it would be fun to go out with his good friend, Ron. Of course, I got busted. I dated Ron for a while (really nice guy.) Then Dewayne suckered me back in. It was good with us for a month or so, and then his mom got very sick on May 15. After that, we spent our days going to the hospital and back. Actually, we are still doing that. You think I'm cold hearted because I want my car fixed while his mom lies in the hospital? Well, believe me, I didn't mention the car for weeks. I was as concerned about his mom as he was. But he has enough spare time to fix the car AND go see his mom. It's not as though he works. He couldn't possibly work, because he is DISABLED. Oh, I'm a tough one, right? Well, disability runs through his family like a herpes cold sore virus. It's hard to think of anyone in his family who isn't disabled. Even his mom was collecting benefits, and she was fit as a fiddle before this episode in May. What I'm saying is that Dewayne could work if he wanted to, but he prefers to live off the government. If you think I'm going to live the rest of my life with his $400 a month check, you're out of your mind. I want the good life, and I'll never have that here. I'm sick of his whining and complaining. 

I would be content to live alone. I would prefer to not live with my mother. She keeps the house rather cold. I'd like to get my own apartment again, decorated with all my candles and crystals and pretty lamps. I would prefer that my tap water is clear, not gray with particles floating in it, like my last apartment had. I know, that was pretty gross.

Well, that's about it for now. If you are reading this, and thinking you'd like to fall in love with me, please be warned... I'm not what would be considered "sweet and lovable." I'm not a bitch either. Actually, I'm pretty laid back most of the time, but I am particularly tough on men.

Asta la pasta.

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