He's trying to say that I am the one who wants out and blame everything on me. The damn cat could hack a fur ball and that would be my fault too. I feel like everything is put on me.
I am SO disgusted, disheartened, and just plain lost. I don't know what to do. I called my therapist hoping we could come in today but their office is closed. He has an appt scheduled for thursday next week and he is now sayin he can't go cuz the co-pay is too much to handle... yet quoted me $720 for the divorce if I play nice and don't dispute anything.
Fk that. I am so freakin p'd off right now I don't even want to go home today. There is no telling how many times sht will hit the fan over the weekend.



CG to my husband, Matt. Dx June 2009 Stage IV Oropharengeal SCC right tonsil primary with distant metastases. Rad to neck- Surgeries to lungs- Every avail chemo - ran out of options Jan 2012, called for hospice help Feb 2012, at rest March 19, 2012.