Yesterday was my tenth wedding anniversary.

Let me write that again…

Yesterday was my TENTH wedding anniversary.

This from the person who cornered the minister right after the wedding to get the marriage certificate back to throw it away mendaciously.

The fuckers said he prefers to file it for us.

What a guy.

At the time was plan was to have the little bastard not be born a little bastard and get on with my familiar single motherhood status.

And then ten years went by.

I could get all deep and talk about soul reflection and feelings and shit but the bottom line is……

It is all about the comfort factor.

Being lazy and choosing what is easiest.

Dealing with a person that you truly can’t stand just because he really does try to do the right thing…albeit often being unable to comprehend what the right thing actually is.

So ten years of not vacationing together, working opposite shifts, communicating via instant message or notes and not even sleeping in the same room. Last night was the first time he and I had a meal out alone in over two years.

I didn’t enjoy it.

And that my friends will bring us to the next entry.

Reason Number 105

As you've probably surmised by now, this ole getting back together thing isn't going exactly as I had hoped. Obviously it is going precisely as anticipated but I was trying to keep the glass is half full mentality.

SCM has tried to change his spots but in the end, those spots are still splatters of shit.

The latest annoyance involves the rearranging of furniture and room decor.

More specifically....all his shit is back in the house.

Even more specifically, all his shit is taking over my fucking house.

My home has four nice size bedrooms. The day SCM moved back in he commandeered one of the bedrooms as his office...or computer, video game, music and Internet porn room. Of course it took exactly a week for it to start stinking like an ashtray, sweat and ass.

I tolerate it because he keeps the door closed and he isn't stinking up the rest of the house.

However, I was in for a not so pleasant surprise when I got home last night.

The room that used to be occupied by my adult son, and was supposed to be turning into my office...ya know..an office where I could actually work....now has a bedroom set in it.

John's bedroom set.

In addition, any contents that was in "his" room that he no longer wanted, is now being stored in my "office". His music equipment is stored in the closet, there is a book case against one wall, an old television and stand against another and a pinball machine blocking the one and only window.

I wonder how long I have until I have to move my shit out into the garage?