Alimony – Spousal Support

Yesterday, August 29, 2017 was my “hearing” for spousal support, in which I was awarded a very small amount, but beggars can’t be choosers, right??

What irks me the most is that he (the Ex) showed up with a STACK of papers and I am pretty sure I know what all the papers were, but he actually wanted to provide the judge with an argument as to why he should NOT have to pay spousal support.

I know this is a VERY touchy subject among my very diverse group of friends, and to tell you the truth, if I still have my great paying job, I would not have wasted my time and lost sleep over this.

But you see, when he (the Ex) up and walked out on me and his kids and all the responsibilities and bills, it affected me.  I ended up losing my job because I was missing work, I was outside on the phone a lot, I was not really there even when I was there.  I take full responsibility for losing my job, but dammit, had my life NOT been turned upside down, I would still have that job and I wouldn’t need the assistance of alimony.

What I don’t get it, from his (the Ex) side, does he really hate me that much that he wanted to argue such a small amount?  Like seriously?  He up and left and left me hanging with ALL the bills, which I am still trying to get caught up on, I was evicted from the house we rented TOGETHER and now my car is out for repo!

Nothing angers me more than what he did.  I can honestly say I am MUCH happier with my life now and my life without him, but what kind of person can just leave, not caring that you cannot afford life like you used to and never know where your next meal is coming from?

Sportsmanship

Most everyone knows that I served as a co-driver, co-pilot, whatever you want to call it, during the 2017 Powder Puff Race Towards a Cure.

I had an absolute blast and hope to have some sort of racing come in to my life again.

This was the first time for both me and my driver.  We had very little truck time, but we were excited to get out there and do what we could.  I understand this was a race, but it was a trace for a cause, so mostly we wanted to get out and have fun.

Our practice time was Friday afternoon from 3 pm until 4 pm.  Practice was cut short for us, because rolled on lap 3, but that is ok.  The truck was up and running in plenty of time for our first race on Saturday, which was schedule for 11:50 am.  We geared up, I was nervous as fuck, but I came there to be a co-driver and that is what I was going to do damnit.  We were second in the start line order.  They waved the flag and we were off.  I won’t bore you with the details of the entire race because this post is about sportsmanship and I feel that a particular co-driver of another truck must have left hers at home.  Again, I know this was a race but it was for a cause and not all of us have been racing as long as this truck.

They were on our ass and “honking” which is what they do when they want you to let them by. Fine!  I get it, but this track was not very wide and there were only a few places where we can get moved over so that someone could pass.  We finally came to one of those spots and moved to the right so that this truck could pass on the left and when I looked over, I saw the co-driver flipping us off.  That sent me over the edge.  Why in the world would she do that?  If I was a driver of a truck and I found out that my co-driver had done that to someone, I would have lost my shit on her.  That is NOT cool and definitely not good sportsmanship by any means.  Sorry we slowed you down and sorry you had to wait for us to move over but really, why do you feel the middle finger was necessary?

Is this ok in this industry?  Does this happen a lot?  Should I get used to it and let it go?

Derby?!?!?!?!?!? I don’t even know what to call this blog post……

So this post started with the title of, Desert off road racing part 1 – the test run and then I started rambling about derby, so I guess it will be a derby post and we will get to the off road racing experience later.

I can honestly and openly say that my life as an adult has been B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!  The two most “exciting” things I did was #1 get married and #2 have kids.  As most all of you know, I pretty much fucked up #1 and as most all of you know, I also pretty much fucked up #2 so ya, I don’t have a lot going for me and my adult days. (My younger years were not much better, but I did get to do a lot of fun things with my parents.)

A little over three years ago, I was sitting in my garage with a bunch of friends as we were getting ready to ring in the New Year and there was a group of us girls sitting and talking; I cannot tell you how it came up but all I can say is that the next thing I know, we were all pinky swearing that we were going to sign up for roller derby.

Outside of knowing a teeny tiny bit about the Thunderbirds, I knew NOTHING about roller derby or that it even really existed, but it sounded fun and shit, I just pinky swore so there was NO backing out now.  I took a few days to let it all settle in and then said FUCK IT and I started searching roller derby near me.  I found the website for the Wine Town Rollers and I started reading the bios of all the girls, watching the videos they had made and posted and before you know it, I was emailing them and asking for more information.  Lucky us (me) their next orientation was like the following week.  I let my sperm donor know of my decision and I proudly went to orientation.

I was extremely intimidated when I got there.  Don’t get me wrong, everyone was more than nice and very welcoming, but there was something about the one girl who was missing a tooth and we would not decide if it was roller derby related or not. (I can’t to this day tell you who that girl was, she must have left shortly after I got started)

Derby was a great experience for me and I am glad that I signed up and stuck with it for the three years that I did.  Most people thought I would retire after shattering my ankle and I probably should have, but I had a point to prove (to myself) and a certain someone to piss off (the ex).  When I was practicing three days  week, he had a lot of free time and I am imaging that is when he made time for his mistress, but then when I was broken, I was a burden.  He even said, if I broke myself again, I would have to find someone else to take care of me.  Any hoo, this can easily turn in to a you-know-who bashing post, but I will save that for when I have more time and more wine.

For now I guess my point is a little off from the topic I had originally wanted to blog about, but derby was good for me and my confidence,  self-esteem and I made some amazing life long friends that I hope will stay in my life forever (another blog topic I suppose)