I'm in the process of a divorce. It's getting pretty nasty. Then again, have you ever heard of a divorce that wasn't? Just one of those things that just irks the hell out of me. "We had a friendly divorce". Huh. Well, if you were that fricking friendly, why aren't you still married?
Anyway, the chilluns and I went out to look at houses today. Saw five. Two stand alone houses and three townhouses. The first stand alone house was not well cared for. The countertops were plywood. It was dark and didn't have a nice feel to it. We got out of there in a hurry.
The next one was a very nice small ranch house. Nice yard. It's a bit older so, it's not perfect. We loved it though. It's high on the list of houses we're going to consider.
Then came the townhouses. The problem with townhouses is they come with their own HOA's (Home Owner Associations). In general, I'm against such organizations. I don't like non-law enforcement agencies being able to levy fines against me and have them stick. On the other hand, I won't have to shovel the walks or mow the lawn. Something to think about.
After all this was done, we came home to have dinner. After dinner, my soon to be ex declares that she wants to speak to me later. So, after putting the youngest to bed, she declares that the agreement we worked on for child support is no longer good enough. That she wants the kids home an hour and a half earlier.
An argument ensued, of course. I'm just so fricking tired of this. The day was marvelous then...suddenly...it wasn't. We're back to fighting.
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