Tammy Wynette, Eat Your Heart Out

It took 3 days of waiting to get married and 15 minutes to say the vows.  It took 10 minutes to get divorced and nearly 7 months of waiting to get in front of the judge!  The lesson here?  LIVE WITH THE MAN FIRST! 

 

M. and I spent every free minute on the phone and he spent every weekend and an entire week living with me at my home before we were married, and it didn’t mean a danged thing.  I’ve never been a believer in living together before marriage.  I’m Suzanne Sugarbaker down to my toes on that one.  If you live with him without the ring, you have no legal protection.  And what am I doing right now?  Yep…  It began innocently enough.  When Paladin and I first began living together, it was just for a couple of days out of the week.  I was nervous about it even then, but it was only supposed to be for a month and a half and then we’d be secretly married.  Mull screwed that up.  Then the Army took a turn.  Paladin retired and we’ve been together nearly 24 hours a day for the last month.  That scared me.  I know that spending too much time together took a serious toll on my first marriage (course, that probably saved me a couple more years of torture…so it’s all good).  But you know what?  It’s been great.  We are always doing something and I won’t say that we don’t get on each other’s nerves occasionally, but we’ve been more lovey-dovey this week than we were when we first started living together.  I think I’ve found the one I was looking for all along, and I haven’t stopped thinking that despite hanging around Dave and Will this week.  They’ve been renovating the Deridder house, and bonding with Paladin.  I thought it was annoying when there were just two of them…now, there’s 3!  I even took a short video during the beginning of the build, but I’m so bright that I grabbed my camera when I headed out here to work and left my camera batteries in Deridder.  I so smart!    I’m going to try to get it up on the blog before long especially since there is a really cute section where I got Pascal to do his “ready to go outside?” tricks.

 

Yesterday, after court, I went to Walmart to get my oil changed.  When I celebrate, I celebrate.    I spent the entire time smiling and wanting to spin around and throw a hat in the air.    I’m still giggly.  And as a bonus, M. is now in Natchitoches in what Tina describes to me as a small crack house.  W00t!  There was really only one aggravation the entire day. 

 

Tina told me that M.’s mother had the nerve to tell him, “It’s about time you got away from that b**ch!”  Ummm…say what lady?  YOU are talking about ME?  This from a woman that sloughed that scum out your whoha the day after your own birthday and STILL forgot to even send him an E-CARD while he was in Iraq?  Puhlease…  That ticked me off and yeah, it still does.  For the first 4 months of our separation, I paid all the bills and didn’t take a dime from M. so that he could afford to get a job and move out.  Instead, he put up ONE online application and sat on his butt using all his money to try to find a new sugar mama.  It wasn’t until I was going to have him forcibly removed by the cops that he called up his unit so that they could throw some school money and temporary jobs at him.  Even then, my family drove him around and helped him out.  We’ve kept him alive.  Hell, I had to FORCE him to call his mother when his grandfather was in the hospital about to die at Christmas!  He’s a gigantic, self-centered JERK.  Live with it lady!  You created him.  Not me.  She’s just scared that he’ll end up on her doorstep again.  What are the chances that he can find a second woman halfway across the country that his mother can ship him to?  The first time he got out of the Army his mother gave him airfare from New York to Arkansas to get rid of him.  He ended up homeless for weeks until someone took pity on him and helped him get a job where he could live on the job site.  This is who he is.  I’m sorry, ex-MIL, but that’s just life.  Let’s not pretend he’s a great war hero who just meets the wrong women.  Cuz that’s a crock ‘o bull!  She should just be thankful that he’s got another 4 yrs. in the Louisiana National Guard before he can really leave the state (you’re welcome, btw!…that’s yet another thing I forced him to do…I’m willing to bet that he isn’t bright enough to sign on for another 2 yrs. after that so that he can get a retirement pension…he’s just that lazy).  If I were her, I’d start getting the futon ready for him now. 

 

Hmmm…that totally turned into a rant, didn’t it?  Ehhh…I’m still stoked!    I’m rambling.  But I’m stoked!  I so wanted to get pics and videos up though.  Dang it!  And here at work, there’s no cable and the only entertainment is online.  And since Brian is asleep, there’s a better than average chance that if the rain holds off, I’ll be commenting on your blog today!  Yay! 

 

An even bigger bonus?  One of the best female lead television moments of all time:

 

Laters, ya’ll!

 

P.S.- It’s started raining.  I’ve got internet up but it’s spotty.  I’ve only been able to comment on one blog and it’s a WordPress blog.  Danged Blogger keeps going screwy.  Blogger is too damned finicky!  And apparently, Blogspot is basically Blogger in a tutu.  Grrr….