ive been away from this [censored] for over a year. (i will use '[censored]' fluently, cus thats what she is. if anyone gets offended by that, my apologies.)
anyway, its bad enough callie would beat the shit outta me, and treat me like a fuckin 5 year old, she is literally a 400 pound rhino, who can still say she has a husband. i think thats why she refuses to to shit during the divorce. hell, she knows i have another woman, who i did not leave her for, technically. this woman i am with a wonderful woman, who saved me from a lifetime of hell, cus she was one of two friends i could truly go to. but she found a way to get me, and my shit, since i dont have a car, and got me home to safety. thats what she did. it didnt take me long to trust my life with her. but here's the reason i am so pissed: all this time i have been away, and she knows why, and i even stated on the court complaint that my grounds are physical abuse on her part, with photos. she isnt even contesting anything. we didnt have property, no kids, no nothin. i left with the things i came with. so why does she feel the need to disturb the process? by simply not complying and now wants a change of fuckin venue? she works in the city. i tried to have her served there, since the court said i could. she lives in another county, so she sent this 'motion for dismissal' paper. in it, she claims insufficiant venue, but has no problem if i transfer the case to her county. so, i am workin on that now, just to appease her [censored] ass. she is the most EVIL THING I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED. demons have no fury like hers. so, i'll play her way for now. then i plan to make her life a living hell. and yes, that WILL make me feel better. and i will do it all within the boundary of the law. i have so much shit on her ass. and i intend to use everything i can to piss on her fat ass.

she pisses me off so bad. but i do take the time to thank God for what i do have. so, i will be pissed until i am not pissed anymore...then i'll get even. now thats therapy!

all i heard from her, was 'why cant you be more like my father' and 'you don't have farmers hands'(i still dont understand why someone would say that. makes no sense. i work very hard, so i cant figure that one out.) hell, i guess it shoulda told me something when i found out that only 3 people were coming to the wedding for my behalf.

oh, and the fuckin nightmares are another story. i have these nightmares, where she is finding where i am, and killing me. then, i have them, where she is again, finding me, and trying to kill me, but i kill her. they are very violent. i dont have them as frequnt, but i still have them. in reality, she never tried to kill me, or vice versa. of course, i did have thoughts of crushing all her coumadin's and droppin it all in her pepsi. coumadin, is a serious blood thinner. she had to take it after she developed a blood clot in her leg, from being so obese. i got out in time for any of that to happen. shit, i had a plan. i was gonna kill her, then myself. i had NO HOPE. the only hoipe i had, was the prospect of my own death. Wendy, the woman who saved me from all that, is now engaged to me. we will wait a couple years, but we will marry. i will not let my experiences haunt me to the point of lonliness. she makes me happy. but the depression still hits, as do the flash backs. my best vengeance, is continuing to live my life. she does'nt want me to do that. she is fat and bitchy, and miserable, and i refused to live that way with her. til death do you part, my ass.