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Originally Posted by MrClean
What red and white and spins around????
I own't say it.
I did work with a guy who was having fertility problems.After a year Mom decided she didn't want to be a full time mom and went back to college dropping the load on mom in law and husband, who had his hands full working full time with us and part time as a carpenter to pay for the bills of the kids and the new house and the college bills.
Weeeell 2nd semester and she found herself some 20 something college boy that just thought she was IT.
Now my buddy lives in a pop up on trailer in the back of his parents yard. The lovely judges of Jackson county decided that he should get all the bills and she should get everything, absolutely everything. Of course he has to pay for baby sitting too, wouldn't want to have her 15 year younger live in stud pay any bills.
Don't screw with mother nature, she's a muther and knows how to get even.
Oh, and bullets are cheaper than divorces, even if you have to do a little jail time.
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Sounds familiar.
But there was no problem conceiving. We both (at the time) wanted a child.
However at the point of birth the situation was quite similar to what you described.
Specifically, dear mom decided to forsake that role. Then decided to go back to college. Then found a 20-something boyfriend.
I divorced her and got custody of my son. But paid for it by having to turn over my house, all my other property, assets, a five-figure lump sum settlement, and accepting all the debts.
BTW, for all the feminists out there, when I wrote "my", that was accurate. My ex never worked a day in her life, either at a job or at home. Imagine Peg Bundy without the sex drive.
Just before the case came before the judge for final disposition, my lawyer grabbed me and said "She wants more!"
My reply "What do I have left, other than next to nothing?"
"She wants your son's bed and your radial arm saw."
"Why?"
"She needs a place for him to sleep when he visits her on alternate weekends. The saw is so she can make doll houses to sell."
"My son will be spending 12 of those 14 days with me. His bed should be where he lives. The radial arm saw, which she has no idea how to operate, is what I used to make all the pieces of the doll houses she never sold. I used to be out in the garage at 11 PM on a work night when it was 15F cutting .055" thick pieces of firring for the hardwood floors for the doll houses she never sold."
"Well, she wants both of them."
"Tell you what, I will not give up my son's bed. But she can have the radial arm saw. I hope she cuts off her &$*@$ fingers with it!"
"Don't say that!"
"I just did!"
Then, a few minutes later, I was granted my divorce.
Now commemorated every year as
Freedom Day.
Postscript: I managed somehow to provide my son with a decent upbringing (which would have been out of the question if I hadn't been granted custody), and now he's the general manager of a bicycle shop (a career based on a favorite hobby, WTG!), a homeowner, happily married, and enjoying life.
Good for you, son!