One of Those Days

Yesterday was just one of those days. I was bored with my project at work and realizing it was going to take a lot more time than I initially thought. Another attorney that I desperately need information from was not returning my phone calls, and GTIAGO hadn't texted me yet to make plans like he does on 99% of Tuesdays since we started dating. Then my ex's attorney's secretary calls me to clear dates for mediation.

Um, we agreed over a month ago that we weren't going to do mediation. That she was going to draft a settlement agreement, run it by him, and then send it to me so we could get settlement negotiations started. WTF has she been doing for the last month? And furthermore, since when is it appropriate to call someone up and ask for dates for mediation without at least notifying them that, um, you've decided to mediate? She wouldn't do that to another attorney...and she shoudln't do it to me, just because I am representing myself right now, either. I was feeling pretty frustrated with the situation until I called my ex and he said he had no idea what was going on either. Then I just felt sorry for him. I mean, as annoyed as I was, HE'S HER CLIENT. He is paying her to do this for him. That just blows.

So, I was all excited to potentially have this wrapped up by the end of March, which is the earliest a judge can enter a divorce decree under the statute. Or at the latest by mid-April, when we have a court date set that neither of us are particularly interested in showing up for. March is looking highly unlikely at this point, unless she can pull something together and get it to me mid-next week. Given her past abilities to do stuff in a timely fashion, or even to know what the hell is going on in her own case, I'm not holding my breath.

I want this done. I want this done so I can get on with my life. Yes, I know it's going to suck to see that piece of paper that once and for all tells me it's over, but I want my life back. I want my name back. I want that piece of paper that finally tells me my old self is back, that I can call GTIAGO my "boyfriend" and sign my maiden name to stuff and not have to worry any more about whether I should still be putting forth effort to "fix" everything that went wrong in my marriage.

And I was pissed that someone I don't even know, let alone like, is able to make this so much harder for me and for my ex, too. Fucking attorneys.

Major sarcasm there, obviously.

GTIAGO finally texts me and we make dinner plans. I'm so stoked to be done with my day, sitting on the bus, knowing I am going to go jogging and then spend the evening with pleasant company.

Then my landlord calls. She has an official complaint from the HOA about my dog barking during the day while I am at work. Great. I tell her I will replace the batteries in his bark collar and try to keep him inside on days I know I will be leaving work for sure at 5. I don't know what else to do. I know he's just bored since my ex took our other dog.

I was so relieved to see GTIAGO and just be able to talk to him and know we were going to cook an amazing dinner and have a great night. As I am telling him, you know, I am glad to see him, today was rough, just ONE OF THOSE DAYS, you know...I pull my wallet out of my purse. It's upside down and all of my shit - change, business cards, stamps, a pic of ME AND MY EX - falls out onto the coffee table.

At that point, he looked at me very seriously and said, "just one of those days, huh?" And all I could do was laugh. Seriously? I mean, could one more thing please just irk me?

I'm sure it didn't help that I was majorly PMSing. I'm going back on birth control starting, um, yesterday, so hopefully that will help.

Gah.