So I hear from my son that my mother is lamenting my divorce and thinks that Bill was just a wonderful person. Blah, fucking, blah. Fuck her and the horse she rode in on. She has absolutely no clue what I’ve put up with for the last 22 years, especially the last 6 or 7 years. My oldest son told her he doesn’t care, his mother is happy and that’s all he wants. Of course the other son isn’t speaking to me from what I can tell because he’s all Mr Responsible and Mr Religion. I’m sure he thinks Bill was the best thing since sliced bread too. Tough shit. They can live with his sorry, lying ass.
On a happy note, I’ve lost enough I went from a size 16 jean to a size 12 and the 12s aren’t all that tight either. I’ll bet by next spring I’m down to a 10. When I get there I’m buying sexy lingerie and taking some hot pics for Andy.