"Times Is Hard"

Although they could be worse! The rough days surrounding me are tempered by my wonderful friends, as they always have been, as they always will be. Saturday was drama-filled b/c S is one of the biggest drama queens around and always has been, but again, it coulda been worse.

It was raining like a Big MF'er on Friday night and li'l bro was trapped at a restaurant so I just went home and figured I'd pick him up on Sat. morning. S was actually, unbelievably finally responding to my text messages about when he was gonna come get his shit on Saturday but he said he wouldn't have a truck 'til 2. Well I had told him he needed to be out by noon but didn't tell him that's b/c I had changed the locks and needed time to get ready to get on the road to San Antonio. But I agreed to give him between "2-3" to get his shit out and told li'l bro I'd come get him around 11am.

Picked li'l bro up at 12:30 b/c I was running late, as always, then we headed to Spec's to get my booze for the San Antonio trip. Then my phone rang--it was S saying he was already at the house and why were the locks changed? I, pissed off now, yelled that he was supposed to call me before he came over and so what if the locks were changed? Call the cops and tell them the locks were changed, I dared him! So now we had to rush back to my house which pissed me off even more and yes, I was getting angrier and angrier by the minute since R. and T. had also agreed to walk over and stand by while S carted off his belongings and got out of my life. So now I had to hurry and call them, and then S called back asking my ETA and I said I was on my way and that I needed to know who he had there to help him get his shit. He said his stepdad and Mano, to which I said that Mano is welcome in my house, but S's stepdad was NOT to come into my house. S is all like, it's still OUR house and I repeated, your stepdad is NOT coming into my house or I'm calling the cops. And my big objection to the stepdad (besides the fact that I totally disrespect him for having been married *5* times) is that he of course backed up S's batshit bitchy mom all this time when she and I were feuding!

Li'l bro and I pulled up and saw that there were 3 HPD units there already--S had called them--GOOD!!! They said they were just gonna stand by while S got his shit and my bro was even gonna help S carry shit out just so S would be gone asap. I couldn't watch very much of this b/c I didn't want to be psychologically damaged later so I just tried to stay out of the way in the master bedroom and make sure he didn't take any of the things I had told him he couldn't take. But this just shows yet again how stupid S is b/c when you call the cops to stand by for a DDP (domestic dispute prevention)--and yes, I've done several of these myself--the cops are not gonna stand there all day while you box up shit and move furniture! What we always tell people is, "Ok, the person who is leaving, you've got 10 minutes to pack up some clothes and things you need for work and then you need to leave and call a lawyer. And if we have to come back here again then EVERYONE is going to jail!" And that's just a threat we leave them with letting them know that we don't have time to deal with domestic bullshit (because this is all a civil matter anyway) and that they just need to stay away from each other so there's no threat of domestic violence and if we have to come back and deal with them we're gonna be pissed off and they don't want that!

Anyway, so b/c S was stupid and called the cops he and Mano and my brother were grabbing clothes and stuff in their arms and trying to carry shit out like that. Whereas if S had cooperated with me and come from 2-3 like I had told him, he could've had a whole hour to get all his shit and get out of my house! Finally one of the cops asked would I let Mano get some trash bags and I said yes, just to move the process along faster. It was so ridiculous! And of course meant that he left 1/2 of his clothes behind, some of his Reserves gear and "his" furniture that I had told him he could take. Plus all his wrestling DVD's, which means that I have to now keep looking at that shit which I don't want to be doing.

But at least he's now mostly out and my bro got the gate clicker back from him. Bro offered to come and pack up the rest of his shit so it'll be good and ready to get out one final time and also move S's clothes out of the master bedroom so I don't have to be looking at it. R. offered to come over and get the 2nd bedroom cleared out since S left all his child's decorations there and toys and stuff--though he DID get all her clothes. B/c it's also hard for me to keep seeing that bedroom as it was.

After everyone left li'l bro and I went to sell the wedding rings so I could get them out of my sight too. I didn't get nearly as much $ as I paid for them but I won't have to visit the ATM anytime soon, so that's good. Then since I hadn't eaten all day (still have that non-eating break-up thing going on) we went to a gourmet cupcake place and had cupcakes and tea. Then I raced home and feeling like Anne Frank, grabbed some clothes, raced outta there and picked up J. and we headed to San Antonio for 24-hours of fun!!!!

And yes, San Antonio was fun and healing. Tito J.'s crazy friends came over and we had a lovely dinner party, followed by a round of Outburst and later, dancing at a club which I hadn't done in eons! L. drove down from Austin for the festivities and we all made plans to do in the near future: Six Flags in Dallas, Fiesta in San Antonio, and L. will do ACL Fest with me in October.

So now I'm back and just trying to get the last lawyer I spoke with to call me back and figure out my next best steps. I can move S's stuff a little at a time, not very much at once or I start losing it. But last night I was able to clear out the downstairs bathroom of all his stuff and also packed up some more of his stuff so I don't have to see it anymore. I'm also struggling trying to get through the nights, which is hard of course. Especially without wine and valium since I am trying to remain as clear-headed as possible.