Thank you guys for your comments.
You're all correct.
NO MORE MR FUCKING NICE GUY.
He died two weeks ago.
I am here now.
You know I was terrified by the idea of divorce. Just fucking terrified of it. How could I live alone? What about my poor kid? Would I ever meet another woman? Could a woman love a man who's divorced and has a kid?
Whatever will I do?
I mean these thoughts were constantly swirling in my head.
Especially at night.
Would I become an embittered single dad?
What would my family think (not that I care all that much anyway, they have always been less than supportive in so many ways).
I think my testicles are starting to grow back.
The idea of divorce is not appealing.
But it is no longer terrifying.
The only thing I have been getting out of this marriage if I am being honest is a wonderful kid and half-hearted companionship.
I feel like I have given and sacrificed so much more.
So what the hell do I have to lose?
A lying, deceitful, unfaithful wife, who is lazy, unmotivated, and couldn't cook a god damn meal if her life depended on it?
I found out today that she donated some money (my money) to on of her exboyfriends.
When I asked her about it, she said, "I'm sorry I should have told you."
No, you shouldn't have told me. You shouldn't have done it! Who the hell donates their husbands money to their exboyfriend? What kind of an idiot do you have to be to do that?
And she didn't "ask" me because she knows I would have said "Hell no!".
She says she is getting a job. (I will believe it when I see it).
I have suggested she pay me back the donation from her first paycheck.
I think if she ever gets a job, she will understand the sting of things like this more.
Her free ride is about to come to an abrupt end.
And birthday week - hell yeah. I think I deserve that. I have always wanted to do things like that with my family. But next year, maybe it will be a week just for me.