Well that's it, consent order on the way, decree absolute to follow, freedom from that trailer trash bitch from hell at last, but at what price?

Emotionally I am bedraggled, mentally I am drained, and financially I am brassick.

After enduring the worst 20 months of my entire life, why am I not filled with glee that its over?

Some people compare the financial side to a game of poker but I would say its more Deal or no Deal. Which is all well and good if you have no money in the first place and are not gambling with anything you already have, but when you are gambling with your own pot, its

Todays blog is dedicated to you Mrs.............. my ex, and one hell of a mother.

Yet again I am biting my tongue for the billionth time!!!!

Your weekend visitation time is due and suprise suprise there is a hitch.

This has just become the "norm" for the lat six months.

What does he think I wonder, when he waits for the phone to ring, for you, his mum to tell him what time he is allowed to come, and the phone never rings?

He must feel something, that must be why he then worriedly rings you to ask "is everything ok? what time can I come round?" hope in his voice.

"I can have you X day but not Y

This blog is written by the girlfriend of the user Dockley, just to show both sides of the coin in a world gone mad where divorce is concerned.

I divorced in 1997 with 2 small children aged 4 & 3. My ex left the home and also took entire contents with him. He stopped paying the mortgage and did not pay maintenance. I on the other hand struggled to keep my part time job, care for the kids and pay the bills. This I managed and eventually had the mortgage(debt) signed over to me. There was no equity in the house at the time. Obviously I was bitter to my ex but some of the stories I read on here