Category: STBX shenanigans
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the worst laid plans
The Boy and I arrive tonight at our hotel in Summerville. I decided to call the STBX to arrange “the exchange” for tomorrow. When I ask what time she wants to get The Boy, she tells me that she’s in Charlotte (a three hour drive from my current location) and…
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a new low
I was packing the van to bring The Boy back to South Carolina when the STBX called to inform The Boy that his fish had died. He, naturally, was very upset but he handled it very well all things considered. I understand that the STBX is a chaos freak, and…
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An answer to the question “to ink or not to ink…”
When I first left Charleston and returned to Michigan, I thought a lot about getting a tatoo. I don;t have any tatoos. It’s something I have thought about off and on for years but there have been a few mitigating factors holding me back: could I stomach the pain of…
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flashpoint
As I was doing some editing on this blog earlier today, it occurred to me that I’ve never written about the impetus of this blog. Obviously, telling the story of my impending divorce is the purpose of this blog. There was, however, one moment that completely set me off. One…
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Tales from another broken home
I get a phone call yesterday from a 843 area code number that I don’t recognize. After checking my voice mail, I realize that it’s my son. As she has talked about doing, the STBX bought our son a cell phone. Needless to say, I have some mixed feelings about…
Rebuilding Rob 