I didn’t have the heart to write yesterday although I looked fantastic! Seriously- got my hair done, did my makeup, dressed up, wore some kickass boots. I ended up taking the kids to Olive Garden up in, of all places, Whore Town. Yes, I spent what should have been my anniversary dinner up in Whore Town, My State. I figure the kids were the best part of the marriage so why not celebrate with them.
Rock Star did end up getting me a gift. She bought me flowers and candy and a gift certificate to the nail salon. I’ll have to tell her she doesn’t need to keep recognizing the date. It’s insignificant anymore.
There were a few tears but overall I think this year’s anniversary was better than the last two. The last two were spent trying to convince myself that the marriage wasn’t a sham. This year I didn’t need to keep up with the charade.
I talked to his sister, not Jezebel, today. Well, texted anyway. She said he is in shock over the amount I’m getting. I’m not sure why. It isn’t that much different from what he’s already paying. It is definitely more than he wanted to pay, though. And hey, if he doesn’t move out by February 1st then I’ll get an extra $750. I almost hope he stays!