Tickled Pink: Update for the Non-Facebook Crowd

Well, December 14th was the official D-Day. I looked hot, of course. The Farmer wasn't required to be there but I knew he'd show up because I know he still loves me and would want a chance to see me again. And as usual, I was right! Ha He looked cute and acted like the farmer I married, which really makes me mad. I decided it was best to set a friendly tone so I sat down next to him in the waiting area. My attorney said that I probably wouldn't even have to go into the courtroom and he was right...he just took care of all of it and came back out to have me sign papers. So, The Farmer and I just sat and talked while we were waiting. I got a little chance to tell him how I felt. If I were given the chance I really want, it would take a couple of days.

I reminded him that it was the anniversary of the day his good friend Bubba was murdered and that now there were two murders on this day because he murdered our marriage. I don't think he believes that. I really think he feels that he was justified in doing what he did. Sad.

Earlier that day I got a phone call from someone I never expected to speak to again, a man who lives up in farmer territory. He is not pleased with how I've been treated. It was nice to hear, from someone who lives up that way, that I have a lot of people backing me and that those people think The Farmer was an idiot for doing what he did. Well this man has it in his mind to set me up with a friend of his. He thinks I'm a nice person and I deserve to be with another nice person. Isn't that cute? Especially cute coming from a man who I've never heard express himself in that way. It brought tears to my eyes.

The reason he called on that day is that he heard it was D-Day and he thought I was getting divorced back up in farmer country so he figured I could just meet his friend while I was up that way! Ha Double cute. Get divorced and then go have a mini date! Sounds like a plan....not really. I told him I had filed in a different county so I wouldn't be up there, but maybe once I got this taken care of and got settled into a home, I will give him a call and he could introduce me to his friend.

I also emailed another girl who lives there to get her opinion about "the friend". She told me she doesn't know him personally but has never heard one bad thing about him, which is an accomplishment in that town. And she said that guy would never DREAM of doing to someone what The Farmer has done to me. Extra points! We'll see what happens. You never know.

So after the divorce papers were all signed, The Farmer and I left the courthouse together. I asked him where he was parked and he pointed to his truck, which was so muddy (because it's been yucky here) I didn't recognize it. Then he stood at the passenger side of my car still talking muddiness. I thought "I'm going to get in my car and that's our last conversation....mud?" So I said "Is that the last thing you want to say to me before you exit my life forever?" So he said "I love you, Donna." And I said "I love you, too." Then I got in my car and drove away. I think to myself, well, that's not bad. It's a bit of closure anyway.

The divorce paperwork stipulates no contact of any kind. No physical, no phone, no email, no texting. Pretty straightforward right? Guess who emailed me the next night? Apparently, he believes rules don't apply to him. I'm not surprised. I suppose he sees it as a challenge. Now he claims that it wasn't the last thing he wanted to say and that I put him on the spot. I told him he had from June to December to think about what he wanted to say, so no I wasn't putting him on the spot. Back in June when I was forced out, I had to leave my wheelbarrow behind because I didn't have room and he has offered to bring it to me, plus a bale of clover for Buster. That was something else I had asked for. I suppose I'll allow that. I'd like my wheelbarrow because my father gave it to me. And I know Buster would enjoy some of that yummy clover. Then, it's on with my life. He has created a lot of work for me.

I found a house. A little bungalow that's big enough for one single girl and all her pets. Certainly not big enough for a man, too, which is good! I didn't want to say anything about it until I had it for sure because I was afraid The Farmer would try to throw a wrench in the works. I had started the buying process before I was divorced and he could have really messed things up. But, it's now officially mine. It's old and needs some work so before I move in, I have a lot of cleaning and painting to do. Certainly not anything I was looking forward to at this point in my life. I rather liked my beautiful home, on that beautiful farm with my darling farmer. Now I believe a skanky barfly is living in MY house, sleeping on MY side of the bed, hanging her clothing in MY closet. I know she won't keep the house as clean as I did. I know she won't cook as well as I did. I know the laundry won't be folded as well as I did. I know she is incapable of being as supportive as I was. But, that's his choice so I hope he's enjoying his very own skank. Me, I'm going to create the cutest home you have ever seen!

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Thanks for the update Donna. I think about you a lot and am glad you have some closure. I can't wait to see pictures of your cute house. Merry Christmas.

-Mary Russo

Posted by: Mary | December 19, 2009 at 03:44 PM