Mood Swings

I feel like I am at the fair! But not in the happy go lucky anything can happen kind of way. I'm talking the ate too many fried butterfingers and went on the twirl-o-whirl kind of way. My ex has been going through mood swings that make the ones she had when she was drunk look like a kiddie ride. On a daily basis I do not know if I will be talking to Satan or one of the lesser demons. On an hourly basis I may get the diet coke of evil, or the Jolt cola of evil. It make life very difficult.

As my daughter sat on my lap crying about missing mommy today I was tempted to just let go. I know that I can't bring mine and the Ex's differences into our relationship with the children but man is it hard. I could just hear it now. I'm sorry sweetie but your mom is an alcoholic fuck up with a talent for poor life decisions. But, alas, I held her and said I miss mommy too.

And I do miss the woman that died several years back. She was kind and sweet. The unfortunate thing that no one tells you is that woman are like the gremlins. Sure they start out all cute and fuzzy but after a few years they become fat and disgusting. I think I will write a handbook with the guidelines much like Gremlins. Don't feed them after midnight (they get fat) Don't get them wet... I'll have to change that one... and so on.

Well Dinner just "Dinged" for the kids. Remember don't marry Satan or one of the lesser demons! And the should stop calling them mood swings and start calling them what they should be Tsunami's of Terror!

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Blessed wonderful peace... God I wish I could really start my post this way. The truth is my life has been anything but peaceful. I did jump the gun a little in naming the blog "I hate my ex wife" before the divorce is actually finalized. I consider that merly a formality though.

I will not start with a long rambling message listing the wrongs that this "woman" (i prefer to refer to her as satan) has inacted on me. I'm thinking of serializing, make people come back for more each week or so. I can just hear the buzz... "What did that crazy bitch do now?" or "Holy shit, you're fuckin with me" or better yet "Honey, I'm calling off the marriage until I make sure you are not a raving, lunatic, psycho hose beast as well"

So enjoy may pain, may it enlighten you or bring you joy because, as I am so fond of saying, "Misery loves fucking company, In my life misery has an all you can eat buffet and invites all the fatties in town"