Update. Financial vent.
Just got back from a two week trip to the UK (ultimately business, but a good chunk of which was pleasure). The mail waiting for me at home was not friendly.
I knew the divorce would bring down some financial rain for a year or two, but until now I've been able to avoid austerity measures.
Now I feel like Greece.
I make a decent living, but it's getting hard to keep up without another income to supplant my rather erratically-timed freelance income. Deferred taxes (oops, I was "pre-occupied" last spring thanks to ex), divorce costs, short sale buyout on the house (ouch), storage, blah blah. IRS up my a**. Never thought I'd be that guy. Not really as bad as all that I guess, but it doesn't feel good.
Ex is swimming in debt and financial destruction. But alas, I am not immune.
That said, life is amazing. I'm still on top of my day to day, work continues, I have my dogs, my biceps are huge
, Red is such a sweet girl and brings me massive joy - wow is the only appropriate word. She has no idea what I make. But she knows I'm under strain...I can't hide it (nor am I attempting to). But I refuse to handle this any other way than on my own. I'm my own man, and any troubles are my own.
This is all inconsequential I guess...my point is I'm presently finding myself extremely angry with my ex for making this lovely situation a reality. Yes, she's 10 times worse off than me, but I find myself missing the comfort of a two-income marriage, where costs are split and an acceptable support structure exists without question. But do I wish I was still with her? Hell no.
Anyway...give me a year or so of pinching and all will be well (right?). Anyone divorce and get a comfy ride? If so, congrats. I have an apt, my car, my work gear and a little spending money, but everything that comes in is immediately owed to someone at the moment. So since I feel I can't justifiably complain anywhere else in my life, here I am b1tching to TAM. To all of you with kids...my most powerful lauds...respect...and awe. Because this is not fun. And I don't have kids to support.
Will not let this affect my happiness. Just my immediate comfort level.
Rant complete. No response needed, just journaling, I guess. Good luck, all. Life moves on...
