#divorce sucks

[michelleleewise]

Hello all my dear friends!!!!!

I know I've been very veeeeery absent as of late....and for that I am sorry. Life became a hellstorm with the divorce and everything.....

BUT.....

I can officially and happily say it is over!!!! And I am regaining my footing as a single mom of three wonderful girls while searching for the person i once was 😁💚 That being said I shall be returning to the world of tumblr and tik tok very soon!!! I'm excited for this next chapter of my life and where it takes me, and thank you all for all the love and support you have given me, it means more then you know!!! 💚💚

And for all my angst lovers........PREPARE YOURSELVES......muahahahahahaha

[miradelletarot]

I know I have major Gale brainrot, and I would honestly fuck him within an inch of his life (bc why not be horny on main for this damn pixel rizzard). But, interestingly, Gale truly parallels my life currently.

Gale went thru a bad breakup with a mentally and emotionally abusive ex.

So am I. (Yay divorce...)

Gale thinks little of himself, and thinks the world would be better off without him.

I too, feel this way.

We both have our own brand of chronic illness.

Gale suffers with depression, and constantly obsesses over what went wrong/blames himself entirely for the failings of his relationship.

So do I.

We are both fucking touch starved, and left inherently non-romantic relationships with our respective partners.

Seriously, I'm really way more Gale coded than I previously thought. It just further proves how much I need him 😂

[snakeplantships]

Heads up, ladies in Canada, Justin Trudeau is newly single. May the odds be ever in your favour.

Disclaimer: separation and divorce is an awful, shitty thing I don’t wish on any couple that once loved each other dearly. I hope this makes them happier and more fulfilled as humans.

[the-mechanic333]

Fuck I hope this current "her" is not her for long! I can handle a lot I deserve to see/feel the pain I'm putting us through.

But the drinking and lose of reason is unexpected and makes it impossible to work through anything.

[lfgrobbie]

If I write another word I want everyone to know that I have decided that this will be my last entry into this long saga of self deprecation and pity. I have moved on. I am now entering the dating world. I hate it. When did it for from organic interaction to trivial no nonsense online interactions. For Christ sakes I am old. I find it compelling and interesting that all I have to do is swipe left or right and sit back to see it all unfold. Now I have options. Options that I never knew existed nor do I know what to do with. It’s frustrating to think that this is my future. And yet I’m excited for the futures that lay ahead. Will I find another person or will it become another rat race of texting, meeting, fucking and moving on. Only time will tell.

Maybe this is the end. Maybe not.

[saruvanthewhite]

Just my luck.

Yesterday started OK only to fall apart in the late morning when I left something in my truck and had to take the bus to go back to get it. I had been signing my daughter up for activities at a local park where I did not feel safe bringing my truck nor did I feel comfortable bringing it if it was going to break down and I have been having many problems with it the last week. in hurrying back to the park, the trolley missed the stop & the next stop saw me waiting longer than the eta for the return trip. So I walked. Fast. I arrived at the park an hour after they did.

The mother of my children, who sometimes decides to let me know when they are leaving to give me an idea of arrival time did not choose to do so yesterday. The result was me getting on the trolley right about the same time they were getting ready to leave.  so they arrived at the park where I had signed my daughter up for an activity while I was  grabbing some food back at my truck.

I was late. For as many times in the last two years as can be counted on one hand, I was late. The woman routinely and with some measure of bullying used to make fun of my desire to always be early. Anyway, the one time I’m late due to events partially out of my control, it led to an immediate lambasting, and a dressing down, and a threat of not allowing me to see my kids. She went on further to say that I would need to come and pick them up on her way to the pool on the weekends. Figure that one out. On top of that, when I question my daughter about what was told to them yesterday morning, she told me their mother said that they were leaving and they were coming with her. How evil is that to dangle a day with her father on the weekend in front of them, bring them to the park for the purpose, and then tell them they can’t have it? Emotionally abusive, right? Tell me that’s not trying to condition my kids to believe that I don’t keep promises or that I don’t show up. In other words,abuse.

This is a woman who historically brings the kids to the park anywhere between 0930 and 1100 Her overly fluid concept of time and schedules is frustrating. I have not complained once until now. When she decides to be so inflexible as to just assume that car troubles can disappear with wish thinking or not thinking about them at all because lack of empathy; Or assume that I have no errands or needed tasks or might not ever have to do emergency repair on my truck in the morning; or can just arbitrarily decide a time for me to show up at her house so that she can make me wait in the middle of the street…she can ʞɔnɟ right on off.

Most of my money goes to that bitch for child support. She slyly negotiated the amount based on what I was making at a start up; a good $10,000 more a year than I am making now, but I’m still paying that amount. Since that was negotiated, I have had three different jobs none of which paid as much as the original job’s salary; nary a complaint because I believed it to be going to actually supporting my children.

When and if my children make it to the park at a decent time, they have threadbare clothes that almost don’t fit and shoes that look like they’ve been run through a dryer with rocks in it. Meanwhile, the bitch has purchased new appliances for the whole home, re-decorated her entire home, paid for improvements to the back of the house, and shoed her car with brand new high performance low profile tires. 

Meanwhile, I am finding it increasingly difficult to get out of a truck and into an apartment, and I find myself having to buy shoes and the occasional article of clothing for my kids that I cannot afford because I’ve already technically paid for it. Do you think it would be a straightforward task to request a renegotiation? Hell to the everloving ʞɔnɟ no!

Add to that my kids are older and are venturing further in their adventures on the weekends. I don’t always have the opportunity to make them lunch at the park like I used to. That gets expensive when you eat out all the time.

All this is effectively keeping me in the van.  despite any efforts to save, there’s always something that crops up the empties me out again, and I have to start all over.  I now have a good job that offers good health benefits, but doesn’t pay as much as I need to to get on my feet in any significant way. If I’m being kept down with a decreasing quality of life, it would seem suicide is my only course.

I keep trying and doing my best, but I just simply fail. The last thing I need is a contemptuous, emotionally abusive ʇunɔ holding my children over me as punishment for making her wait to go for a ƃuıʞɔnɟ swim. 

All over car trouble, forgotten food, & a missed bus stop.

What I need is something like what happened to that person on skid row down in LA. While I  don’t need that much, it certainly would be nice to have a windfall that could get me into four walls and under a roof on my own property, pay off my debts, fix my truck, get a reliable, commuter, car or bike, load up my kids 529s, pay off my mom‘s house; brothers house; sisters house; and buy my other sister a house, and most importantly, allow me the financial freedom, stability, and everything that comes with it to get out from under the thumb of a holier than thou evil, wicked ʇunɔ of a person.

I just can’t do this anymore. What do I do? Give up in my life? That would certainly stop the frustration and pain, but it would affect my children. The last thing I want to do is affect them more than their mother already has. 

-Update:

After the kids hadn’t shown up at the park, like usual, I put my tools away and walked to a bus stop. I rode the bus to their neighborhood, and then walked up the hill to their house. One of the cars was gone.  so she never bothered trying to take them to the park where she knew that they wanted to go and I’m only guessing that they put up a fuss when they were told they weren’t going to the park. Something tells me she filled their heads with a narrative running counter to reality. Guess I should never have transferred money from savings into my checking account to afford lunch today. Goddamn that woman. 

[hope-fleeting]

I'll get a patron page or blog going later to fill in what you may have missed and whatever still allowed to speak of...but the kiddos are begging to stay home. I've tried for 4 weeks to find legal aid and have gotten 15 minutes of a walk through on responding to a complaint yesterday. Every penny counts towards hiring an actual family law lawyer. He's got one, please don't make me fight alone. Just $1, less then your morning coffee, if at any point in our acquaintance you've liked or appreciated something we've done.

[michelleleewise]

i’ve requested something twice because i wasn’t sure if you got it but i figured it would’ve been posted by now. if you don’t want to write it just say so

Well hello anon. Now, to be honest this comes across as very entitled.....but it may not have been meant that way so, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and kinda give you a peak into my life as of today......

Number one- I work a full time job, so I'm pretty constantly running around work like a maniac at any given time.

Number 2- I have 3 children.... all girls and one who is autistic, so to say they take a pretty decent amount of time is an understatement.

Number 3- now, not many people know about this, but I'm going to share it with you just so you can get the entire picture..... i am currently going through a divorce from my husband of 17 years because he decided to "meet" other women if you get my drift.

Soooooo, I am now working, taking care of 3 children, and dealing with the emotional fallout that comes with 17 years of my life washed down the drain for some passing fancy and doing all of it BY MYSELF. my mom passed away last year, my step father stopped speaking to me about a month after, I have no contact with my biological father because he's a toxic pos who decided I wasn't good enough because I'm not a male, my brothers took his side. I have only a few close friends I speak to on the regular so everything is sitting and swirling in my head non stop.

Now don't get me wrong, I love and adore ALL of my followers, ALL of my asks, ALL of you guy's requests are very very important to me. I'm working towards getting them done, I really am. But I'm not a machine. I can't pump out fics like it's nothing. I put alot of thought into each one, I make sure eveyone gets exactly what they ask for.

So I guess all I'm asking is be patient with me, because I am trying.

[miradelletarot]

I have to keep reminding myself why I left my husband, because Gods damnit if I don't miss being with him these last few days. But, I know if I went back, I wouldn't get the love and respect I know I deserve. He has some wonderful qualities that are grossly overshadowed by his less desirable ones. To know that he blames me for choosing my happiness instead of a life of staying miserable with him... Knowing my emotional needs weren't being met... It hurts. And yet, I miss him.

I know I don't need a man to validate my existence, but what I wouldn't give to be held and romanced a little. Told that my opinions matter, that I'm not too sensitive or ridiculous, that I'm loved and desired...That I'm enough even with my faults. I need to believe this for myself too, I know. It's just a lot to try and move on from someone you loved once, Knowing they didn't love you back as fiercely.

[child-of-divorce21]

I hate people that say “aziraphale chose heaven over Crowley”

ITS MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT!

did we watch the same show? There was no good outcome in the situation he was in, that they both were in.

[afraidparade]

doodles of human/past/alive lam from last night. his life and death aren't really plot important or spoilery so i can talk about it lol

he's presently convinced that he was a badass in his life and died a really dramatic death but in actuality he was a fucking loser who died from tripping down some stairs

and as a bonus, here's what is probably my most cursed AU yet: pazu and lam divorcee AU

[the-mechanic333]

I don't want to see her hurt anymore, but I can't help there is no going back for me... for us...

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Pt XIII good omens: The Adventures of Crowley and Aziraquail (Ages 3+)

@innefableidiot Shout out to you for my Good Omens villain arc origin story. I saw your Duck Omens, I reblogged it thinking I had too small of an attention span to watch a whole show, but the Duck Crowley and Aziraphale looked so adorable anyway. But I had flirted with the devil, Good Omens took over my dash, I made a summary, and here we are. This is in honour of you.

Good Omens, as a toddler's book. Yes I wrote an entire toddler's story for this post. If you do like this ridiculous thing, it would be nice if you could reblog it :") That's the only way it can get to more people. And god knows the children of divorce need a good bedtime story. So here you are, to heal the pain.

Crowley the Crow had always been a naughty little bird. Look at him go, flapping over the street... He wanted to steal something! Oh, no, Crowley. Stealing isn't very nice of you.

"I'm not nice," cawed Crowley. "Not nice at all."

Aziraquail the Quail sat near, on a telephone line. He was eating a piece of grain. Munch, munch, much, went Aziraquail. He saw Crowley and waved his wing.

"Crowley!" trilled Aziraquail. "What are you up to?"

"I'm going to steal something," said Crowley. He waved back. Aziraquail was his friend, and it is polite to greet your friends. That's how they know you care! "Look, Aziraquail, that human has a very shiny ring!"

"It is a very shiny ring," Aziraquail said, looking down. Aziraquail wanted to tell the truth. He didn't always succeed, but that's okay! It's very, very important to try. "But Crowley, you can't steal the very shiny ring! It doesn't belong to you."

Crowley was very confused. He landed on the telephone line beside Aziraquail. "But if the very shiny ring belonged to me, how would I steal it?"

Aziraquail sighed. But he decided to explain it to Crowley anyway. Sometimes, people aren't trying to be bad! They just don't know any better. "You shouldn't steal it at all, Crowley. Stealing will make the human sad."

"Oh goodie," said Crowley. "That sounds fun."

"No!" cried Aziraquail. Aziraquail didn't like the sound of that, not one bit. "Crowley, don't make the human sad. Or I shan't be your friend."

Crowley thought over that. He didn't like that. Aziraquail was his very best friend. Friends are very important, and Crowley knew that. But oh! He did so want that very shiny ring.

Crowley looked down at the human again. No, Crowley! Don't do it!

With a flap of his wings, and a flip of his wings, down Crowley flew, to snatch the human's very shiny ring! Oh, dear, Crowley. How very naughty of you.

But what was this? Crowley bumped straight into the human's head! He bounced off and away he went, landing with a huff on the pavement. That's the part next to the street.

The human was very cross. "Come back here, you bad bird!" she shouted. That wasn't polite of her, was it? When you're upset with someone, you shouldn't shout right away. What if it had been an accident?

"It wasn't an accident," said Crowley. He was grumpy. "I wanted to steal her very shiny ring."

Naughty Crowley.

The human ran towards Crowley to scold him. Poor Crowley! But just as the human stepped off the street, along came a very fast bike, and whoosh! Away it went, just missing the human.

Oh my. You mustn't speed on streets like that, very fast bike! You could have hit somebody. Look at that sign over there. This street is for pedestrians, too! Pedestrians is a grown-up way of saying people who aren't on a vehicle. Grown-ups like fancy words.

"Wait a moment," said the human. She stopped and looked at Crowley. "Oh, little crow, you saved me! I could have been hit!"

Crowley blinked. He was very confused. But he'd been trying to be naughty!

"Thank you!" said the human. "Oh, thank you, little bird. What can I do for you?" She looked down at her hand. "Crows like shiny things, don't they? Here, take this very shiny ring. I got it for free with sweets, and I don't even like it."

She gave Crowley the very shiny ring.

"Thank you," said Crowley, because he might be a naughty little crow, but he was a very polite little crow.

The human waved goodbye, and went on her way. Aziraquail landed on the pavement next to Crowley.

"Oh, Crowley," said Aziraquail. "You aren't very good at being naughty, are you?"

"Yes I am!" said Crowley.

Aziraquail smiled. "But you saved the human! And you didn't steal the ring. She gave it to you all by herself, as a reward. Isn't that much nicer?"

"I'm not nice," said Crowley. Oh, Crowley, you silly, silly, crow. "Well, if I'd done it your way, she wouldn't have been saved! So you aren't very good at being nice."

Aziraquail looked sad. Crowley didn't like that. Aziraquail was his friend, and friends don't make each other sad.

"I'm sorry," said Crowley. "But don't you want to know why I wanted the very shiny ring?"

Oh my, Crowley. Why did you want the very shiny ring?

"To be naughty," said Aziraquail. He was still hurt. Sometimes, even when you say sorry, it isn't enough. And that's okay.

"No," said Crowley. He held it out with his little crow beak, and put it on Aziraquail's foot! "It was for you! Because you're my very best friend."

"We're not friends," said Aziraquail. Sometimes, when we're hurt, we say things we don't mean.

Crowley looked sad. "We're not?"

Aziraquail thought and thought. And decided that he had been rather silly. "I'm sorry," he said too. "Of course we're friends. Thank you for the very shiny ring, Crowley!"

Crowley smiled his naughty little smile.

And then, oh my! How cute. Aziraquail leaned over and gave Crowley a kiss on his feathery little cheek. "It's very pretty. I love you, Crowley!"

It is very important to tell your friends that you love them. You don't have to say it with words. Crowley said it with a little kiss back, because he was too shy to speak.

What a very nice crow you are, Crowley.

"I'm not nice!"

"Crowley!"

"Okay, fine, just a little bit."

The End.

[venusasnb]

hoffman started oozing the purest form of omega slick here . who said that

[artsycooky13]

a box of random shoes

(*They're getting divorced to win a bet to pay for von's college fund)

[luckycloverforducks]

(Swap AU)

Charlie Morningstar

' She's so much like her mother isn't she? '