to my state. He left yesterday and should be here by end of week, barring any problems along the way.
He has no job and no place to live when he gets here. Have no idea what he plans to do, and don't care. Not my problem. I just hate the idea of him being here. The kids don't want him here either.
The one year anniversary of when I kicked him out, and the last time I saw him, is in four days. A co-worker told me I need to dress to the 9's every day and keep touch up makeup readily available so that when he inevitably does suddenly show up at my office he will know what he threw away! She said she would stall him while I "touch up" in my office...
The prodigal shitbag returns!