Sometimes I feel, sometimes I FEEL Like I been tied to the whipping post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying..... Similar to the effectiveness of Chinese water torture (not to be confused with American water boarding) a constant barrage of anything can invariably take its toll. On Valentines day I will be in Divorce Court seeking an end to the constant drip, drip, drip, of " you will love me ." Emphasis on "seeking" because I still have a way to go. Normally, the Judge would make a decision within thirty days; the home would go up for sale, assets would be divided and we would go our separate ways. That is how the divorce process normally works. But, like everything else, this is less about divorce and more about power . Who gives a shit, really? I am grieving the loss of thirty plus years of marriage. It is like a death, it's true. There is no wake or funeral. Most can only comment, "Man, that sucks" when they learn of it. My wri
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