Here We Go

I told myself when I started this blog I would do at least one entry a day. HA! Haven't really found time to Facebook let alone blog. Hi. My name is Stacy and I am addicted to Facebook. The first step is admitting you have a problem, right?! Anyhoo- been super busy with work. After my week vacation, I was scheduled 6 days straight. Blah. Definitely takes its toll. I've been exhausted as of late...can't wait for my one day off...I will be able to catch up on laundry. :|

A few things have been happening, a very important one; My plan to move to Washington to be closer to my older sister has been, for now, foiled by the soon-to-be ex husband aka King Douche. Even though he has known since Oct. 31, 2011 that the kids and I were moving across country, he waits until we are packing up the house to object to it and involve his lawyer. Yay. So now, I must petition the court to see if I will be "allowed" to move out of Florida. Needless to say, this bitch isn't happy. See, my lawyer was going to include our relocation in the divorce settlement saving me time and money and well...

Lil background: I filed for divorce mid-Feb '12 when I received my income tax. He hired a lawyer a couple weeks later. This damn thing has been drawn out now for so long, my lawyer said he was out of money and needed more to continue to represent me...to the tune of 2 grand more...which he knew I did not have. So now, after $3,000 down the drain, I have nothing to show for as far as the divorce goes. We never made it to mediation (due to non-payment by the other party), never went before a judge for child support, custody, NOTHING. I am frustrated and at my wits end. He continues to have counsel, continues to be cocky and I feel as if I am at his mercy.

Frustrating thing? King Douche doesn't even live in the same state as the kids and I. When we separated, he tucked tail and ran back to Arkansas. He knows I loathe living here, he knows the job opportunities in this area are really bad as well as educational opportunities for the kids as they are moving up in school. Yet, he is going to try his best to make us stay here. He doesn't see the kids often; a week at Spring Break, his time in the summer and last Christmas, he came to visit them for 2 and a half days.

All this stress of the divorce...makes me want to scream, cry and beat the shit out of something all at the same time.

I now have to re-enroll the kids in school & they aren't too happy. They were excited about moving, they ARE excited about it. They have even given our move the name, Operation Phoenix, as in the bird from Harry Potter that rises from it's ashes. Quite a fitting name for it as well; we will be starting over & getting a new start at life. As we started packing up their rooms, they were beside themselves with excitement. And now, we must jump through rings of fire to be able to do so, unsure on how long it will take.

*SIGH*