Lady Macbeth: "Out, damned spot, out! I say..."
Spots. Spots of blood. Spots of grease. Spots of mud. Spots can tell you a lot about what has happened, where, how and many times who as well.
So, Scarlett went down to see her mother today which she kindly told me about so that I could go to Tara and hang with Salty Dog for awhile. I also suspect our looming settlement conference had something to do with this change of heart in her but whatever works.
I timed my arrival for about an hour or so after I'd knew she'd have left and when I got there, opened the garage door where I knew I would see Salty Dog patiently waiting for someone to come.
He saw me come in, wagged his tail but didn't make a move to leave where he was sitting on the garage floor. So I walked over to him, sat down and told him how happy I was to see him. He looked behind himself a bit and my eyes followed his head movement.
Huh. What's this behind you Salty Dog I asked. It was a spot of motor oil. Odd. Salty Dog was sitting where my car would've been parked but it hasn't been there in quite a few months. Yet, here was a drip of motor oil. Fairly new. And obviously not from my car because I always backed mine in. This drip is where my trunk would've been. Last I checked, my trunk doesn't take any oil.
Strange indeed. How did a spot of motor oil get into my garage, in my parking space, 180 degrees from where my engine would have been? Wait a minute, Pecker doesn't have a car but Mr. Mercedes (aka Arnie) does. Hold it though. The last time I saw Arnies car it was parked in my driveway. And Scarlett, had indicated to me that it was over between them. Things just get stranger and stranger....Scarlett wouldn't be fibbing to me now would she?
So I thanked Salty Dog for pointing out this enigma to me and wrote dear Scarlett a note merely asking whose vehicle was dripping oil in my parking space. And as though things weren't weird enough, when she got back and called me to ask what I had done while I was over there, she made no mention whatsoever of that spot.
Anyway, to continue with Sir William Shakespeare's play, I felt as though I was the doctor at the end of this scene -
Doctor: Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets; More needs she the divine than the physician.
Thank you Bill, I couldn't have said it better myself!
Friday, January 19, 2018
Thursday, January 18, 2018
It Must Be The Postman's Fault
Here's an email exchange I had today with my attorney (Legal Beagle) concerning a Visa bill that Scarlett received in the mail yesterday. A bill from her own, sole and separate, 100% hers, nothing at all to do with me, Visa.
From: Legal Beagle
To: Salty Fog
Subject: FW: Marriage of Fog
I am in trial next week. What are your thoughts on his Visa bill comment.
Legal Beagle
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From: Her Attorney
To: Legal Beagle
Subject: Marriage of Fog
Hello Legal.
1. Are you available to meet on Jan. 30th at 1:30?
2. Scarlett is telling me that she is in a real financial bind and cannot pay her Visa bill, etc. Can you talk to Salty about possibly advancing her some $ towards the settlement?
Her Attorney
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From: Salty Fog
To: Legal Beagle
Subject: Re: Marriage of Fog
Yeah, I saw that Visa bill yesterday. I was at the house to pick up Salty Dog and take him off her hands for a little bit. I brought her mail in and that was one of the items. She opened it and started moaning and groaning "I can't pay this, I can't pay this...."
I said "well, you shouldn't have charged it all then" to which she replied, "I needed all this stuff" and started running her finger down the list of charges calling out groceries, gas, prescriptions etc. I was following her finger with my eyes and saw a charge to Men's Wearhouse....for $1,256 and change. So I asked her what it was that she "needed" at Men's Wearhouse. With that she pulled the bill to her chest, gave me a dirty, sour look and folded it back up to put in the envelope in which it came. At that point I told her I thought I'd just leave Salty Dog there and left.
Here's the deal. At the start of this she had $XX,000 in a checking account, $X,000 in cash and a Visa card of mine that I allowed her to keep and use. In the 20 months that this horseshit has been going on she has managed to piss away virtually all of that $XX,000 that she had sole control over, she also charged close to $XX,000 on that card of mine, that I paid, plus I paid for all the utilities, auto insurance, homeowners insurance, umbrella insurance, medical insurance, property taxes, the vast majority of her medical bills whether from her charging a co-pay on the card or me paying any and all balance due bills that came. She charged a cruise that I paid for, dance lessons and dance shoes that I paid for, 2 round trip tickets to XX that I paid for, a bed in XX at her daughters house that I paid for, she took friends out to eat on my dime, she bought thousands of dollars worth of clothes that I paid for. Groceries, gas etc.
Now, some of those expenses are legitimate and that's fine. But there is a whole bunch of them that are nothing but pure crap. And don't forget that she also saw fit to give away $XX,000 of it to her daughter ($X,000), her son ($X,000) and her brother ($X,000).
I told her quite a few times that she better slow it down. But, she did exactly what I was afraid she would do if she ever found herself in control of any large sum of money - she pissed it all away. I can't tell you how much time I spent, prior to this divorce thing, trying to figure out who I could appoint as her financial manager in the event that I died before her. My greatest fear was that she would blow through the money like Sherman through Atlanta and then wonder just what the hell happened.
Circling back to this Men's Wearhouse charge, I have a pretty damn good idea what that was about. One of her "boyfriends", a guy named Pecker....is pretty much a loser. He's 47, no car, no drivers license (it was revoked due to alcohol), lives in an apartment somewhere and rides the bus. I have a pretty strong hunch that $1,256 of suits, shoes, belts, shirts, ties are now in his possession. This is the same guy who I found at my house back in December 2 days after our settlement meeting. And the only reason I was over there was because Scarlett had called and left two messages telling me she was at Emergency. So I went over to the house to see how she was doing and there she was, lounging on the couch, Pecker doing some dishes and she proceeds to tell me that he is her "boyfriend". I also discovered a blood stained mattress from her hemorrhaging after they'd had what I imagine was some rather rough sex. And that's what led to another 911 call and her sorry ass being taken to emergency.
So to recap - she pisses through in 20 months what some families live on in a year without paying any of the normal and usual bills associated with said living (utilities, insurance etc), gives $XX,000 away, decides she should go on a cruise (that I get to pay for), was flipping $20's into her church's collection plate/bag whatever for months at a time, treats who knows how many people to lunches and dinners on me, brings strange men into my house AFTER ordering me to NOT bring any women to my house because that would humiliate her with the neighbors, and she decides that it's perfectly fine to buy some loser with a big out of control schlong $1,256 worth of clothing....and her attorney wants to know if I want to advance her some $ towards the settlement?
She wouldn't need it if she could practice some self control. If she didn't act like a god damn teenager. If she behaved in a reasonable manner befitting the 60 year old woman that she is. If she had just once stopped to think about just what the hell she was doing. Instead she wants to spend, spend, spend, then tell me that I am trying to make her poor, this is all my fault, I am the one to blame, she was a perfect wife, a godly woman blah blah blah.
She also has a second boyfriend. Don't know his name, I just call him Mr. Mercedes. Has a house in Palm Springs, Riverside and Cabo I believe. He's 63 or so. Maybe he'd like to advance some money to Scarlett so she can make good on a Visa bill that contains a charge for her other boyfriend. Oh, and it was Mr. Mercedes spending a night or two at my house that led her to call the police and threaten me with a restraining order when I saw his car in my driveway and asked her who her houseguest was.
I realize that this is somewhat rambling, but THIS is the best I can do as a summary of what I have been putting up with and dealing with from her since this all began. She's out of money? Not my doing. Not by a longshot. She's 60 fucking years old and it's high fucking time that she took some goddamn responsibility for her goddamn life. She can piss off.
______________________________________
From: Legal Beagle
To: Salty Fog
Subject: Re:Marriage of Fog
Got it. I will ask him to send me a copy of the bill. That will probably squash it.
Legal Beagle
From: Legal Beagle
To: Salty Fog
Subject: FW: Marriage of Fog
I am in trial next week. What are your thoughts on his Visa bill comment.
Legal Beagle
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From: Her Attorney
To: Legal Beagle
Subject: Marriage of Fog
Hello Legal.
1. Are you available to meet on Jan. 30th at 1:30?
2. Scarlett is telling me that she is in a real financial bind and cannot pay her Visa bill, etc. Can you talk to Salty about possibly advancing her some $ towards the settlement?
Her Attorney
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From: Salty Fog
To: Legal Beagle
Subject: Re: Marriage of Fog
Yeah, I saw that Visa bill yesterday. I was at the house to pick up Salty Dog and take him off her hands for a little bit. I brought her mail in and that was one of the items. She opened it and started moaning and groaning "I can't pay this, I can't pay this...."
I said "well, you shouldn't have charged it all then" to which she replied, "I needed all this stuff" and started running her finger down the list of charges calling out groceries, gas, prescriptions etc. I was following her finger with my eyes and saw a charge to Men's Wearhouse....for $1,256 and change. So I asked her what it was that she "needed" at Men's Wearhouse. With that she pulled the bill to her chest, gave me a dirty, sour look and folded it back up to put in the envelope in which it came. At that point I told her I thought I'd just leave Salty Dog there and left.
Here's the deal. At the start of this she had $XX,000 in a checking account, $X,000 in cash and a Visa card of mine that I allowed her to keep and use. In the 20 months that this horseshit has been going on she has managed to piss away virtually all of that $XX,000 that she had sole control over, she also charged close to $XX,000 on that card of mine, that I paid, plus I paid for all the utilities, auto insurance, homeowners insurance, umbrella insurance, medical insurance, property taxes, the vast majority of her medical bills whether from her charging a co-pay on the card or me paying any and all balance due bills that came. She charged a cruise that I paid for, dance lessons and dance shoes that I paid for, 2 round trip tickets to XX that I paid for, a bed in XX at her daughters house that I paid for, she took friends out to eat on my dime, she bought thousands of dollars worth of clothes that I paid for. Groceries, gas etc.
Now, some of those expenses are legitimate and that's fine. But there is a whole bunch of them that are nothing but pure crap. And don't forget that she also saw fit to give away $XX,000 of it to her daughter ($X,000), her son ($X,000) and her brother ($X,000).
I told her quite a few times that she better slow it down. But, she did exactly what I was afraid she would do if she ever found herself in control of any large sum of money - she pissed it all away. I can't tell you how much time I spent, prior to this divorce thing, trying to figure out who I could appoint as her financial manager in the event that I died before her. My greatest fear was that she would blow through the money like Sherman through Atlanta and then wonder just what the hell happened.
Circling back to this Men's Wearhouse charge, I have a pretty damn good idea what that was about. One of her "boyfriends", a guy named Pecker....is pretty much a loser. He's 47, no car, no drivers license (it was revoked due to alcohol), lives in an apartment somewhere and rides the bus. I have a pretty strong hunch that $1,256 of suits, shoes, belts, shirts, ties are now in his possession. This is the same guy who I found at my house back in December 2 days after our settlement meeting. And the only reason I was over there was because Scarlett had called and left two messages telling me she was at Emergency. So I went over to the house to see how she was doing and there she was, lounging on the couch, Pecker doing some dishes and she proceeds to tell me that he is her "boyfriend". I also discovered a blood stained mattress from her hemorrhaging after they'd had what I imagine was some rather rough sex. And that's what led to another 911 call and her sorry ass being taken to emergency.
So to recap - she pisses through in 20 months what some families live on in a year without paying any of the normal and usual bills associated with said living (utilities, insurance etc), gives $XX,000 away, decides she should go on a cruise (that I get to pay for), was flipping $20's into her church's collection plate/bag whatever for months at a time, treats who knows how many people to lunches and dinners on me, brings strange men into my house AFTER ordering me to NOT bring any women to my house because that would humiliate her with the neighbors, and she decides that it's perfectly fine to buy some loser with a big out of control schlong $1,256 worth of clothing....and her attorney wants to know if I want to advance her some $ towards the settlement?
She wouldn't need it if she could practice some self control. If she didn't act like a god damn teenager. If she behaved in a reasonable manner befitting the 60 year old woman that she is. If she had just once stopped to think about just what the hell she was doing. Instead she wants to spend, spend, spend, then tell me that I am trying to make her poor, this is all my fault, I am the one to blame, she was a perfect wife, a godly woman blah blah blah.
She also has a second boyfriend. Don't know his name, I just call him Mr. Mercedes. Has a house in Palm Springs, Riverside and Cabo I believe. He's 63 or so. Maybe he'd like to advance some money to Scarlett so she can make good on a Visa bill that contains a charge for her other boyfriend. Oh, and it was Mr. Mercedes spending a night or two at my house that led her to call the police and threaten me with a restraining order when I saw his car in my driveway and asked her who her houseguest was.
I realize that this is somewhat rambling, but THIS is the best I can do as a summary of what I have been putting up with and dealing with from her since this all began. She's out of money? Not my doing. Not by a longshot. She's 60 fucking years old and it's high fucking time that she took some goddamn responsibility for her goddamn life. She can piss off.
______________________________________
From: Legal Beagle
To: Salty Fog
Subject: Re:Marriage of Fog
Got it. I will ask him to send me a copy of the bill. That will probably squash it.
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Another week
Another week gone and an unknown number to go. At least with the partial radio silence that Scarlett and I are on, the days have been quieter and far more productive. That's not to say that we haven't communicated but it is entirely via email now.
We have a mandatory settlement meeting coming up in a little over 2 weeks time. My gut feeling is that it will end up similar to the two previous times we tried this, with Scarlett acting out, acting outraged, behaving like an unruly 3 year old, calling me and my attorney names all the while not listening to hers to be quiet, simmer down, take it easy etc.
On the bright side though, and what gives me a little ray of hope, is a new counselor Scarlett found the other day. Not your typical one, this outfit deals with their clients strictly online or over the phone. Whether it be by texting or a chat room of some type I really have no idea. But the organization bills themselves as Counselors with a Biblical perspective. Otherwise known as "Christian Counselors".
That is something Scarlett has been searching for and for her sake I hope it will do her a world of good. Of course a lot of that depends on how open and honest she is concerning her past and present behavior. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, I know I have to Scarlett on other occasions under different circumstances but it still applies - If you're going to ask someone for help, whether a doctor, dentist, plumber, mechanic whatever, you don't do yourself any favors by lying, stretching the truth or trying to hide the truth.
Sadly I've known Scarlett long enough to know that when it comes to telling the truth, especially about herself, she's not always forthcoming. Casting blame and making excuses chews up a lot of her time. Which is not to say I have not done the same at times, I believe we all have, but the difference is in the frequency.
Haven't seen Salty Dog in about week now and not sure when I will at this point. The pleas to come walk and feed him or to come over and play with him have stopped. I've dropped a few not so subtle hints that I miss him and hope he is well, and the only response I've so far received is that she is sure he misses me as well. I can't say she that she's holding him hostage as she's been known to do in the past, but it's pretty close.
But since that's about the only hold she has left on me, I'm just not too eager to make a big deal out of it. You don't want to show the opposition your weakness!
We have a mandatory settlement meeting coming up in a little over 2 weeks time. My gut feeling is that it will end up similar to the two previous times we tried this, with Scarlett acting out, acting outraged, behaving like an unruly 3 year old, calling me and my attorney names all the while not listening to hers to be quiet, simmer down, take it easy etc.
On the bright side though, and what gives me a little ray of hope, is a new counselor Scarlett found the other day. Not your typical one, this outfit deals with their clients strictly online or over the phone. Whether it be by texting or a chat room of some type I really have no idea. But the organization bills themselves as Counselors with a Biblical perspective. Otherwise known as "Christian Counselors".
That is something Scarlett has been searching for and for her sake I hope it will do her a world of good. Of course a lot of that depends on how open and honest she is concerning her past and present behavior. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, I know I have to Scarlett on other occasions under different circumstances but it still applies - If you're going to ask someone for help, whether a doctor, dentist, plumber, mechanic whatever, you don't do yourself any favors by lying, stretching the truth or trying to hide the truth.
Sadly I've known Scarlett long enough to know that when it comes to telling the truth, especially about herself, she's not always forthcoming. Casting blame and making excuses chews up a lot of her time. Which is not to say I have not done the same at times, I believe we all have, but the difference is in the frequency.
Haven't seen Salty Dog in about week now and not sure when I will at this point. The pleas to come walk and feed him or to come over and play with him have stopped. I've dropped a few not so subtle hints that I miss him and hope he is well, and the only response I've so far received is that she is sure he misses me as well. I can't say she that she's holding him hostage as she's been known to do in the past, but it's pretty close.
But since that's about the only hold she has left on me, I'm just not too eager to make a big deal out of it. You don't want to show the opposition your weakness!
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Scarlett in Dissonance Land
I've made mention before of Scarlett and her penchant for what can only be described as cognitive dissonance. Over the last few days I've come into knowledge of three more current instances of this disorder. But first a quick review of the characters and subjects that take center stage in her latest bout of psychosis.
Pecker - the unemployed young stud who managed to send her to the ER who has no car, no drivers license, a record of some sort and who accompanied Scarlett to a Christmas evening with her (dysfunctional) family.
Virginia - Scarlett's daughter who married and moved far away, popped two children who Scarlett claims to adore more than life itself. Virginia has at various times exhibited a tendency towards substance abuse.
Mr. Virginia - Scarlett's son-in-law, father of the grandkids who may or may not have a substance abuse problem.
Scarlett's attorney - Let's call him Barry, as in the English Barrister. My heart truly goes out to this poor fool because I know just what type of a client he has.
Money, Alcohol, Christianity, Separate Property, Living Arrangements, Cross Country Moves, Mother-Daughter Relationships, Girlfriend-Boyfriend Relationships and Feelings of Entitlement pretty much cover the subjects.
Disclaimer: The author of this blog assumes no responsibility for headaches, blurred vision, psychotic breaks, loss of hair, tremors, uncontrollable fits of screaming/laughter or any other medical, emotional or psychological side effects caused or induced by the reading of the following. Elderly individuals may wish to consult with their physician first. Please keep small children in your lap at all times. Management strongly discourages the consumption of alcohol during this ride. Proceed at your own risk.
Cognitive Dissonance #1: Scarlett has had an on again/off again theory that my father is the one pulling the strings in this divorce action. That she herself started... In her mind I am but a mere puppet simply responding to the hidden tugs, twitches, pulls and drops of my puppet master. Poppycock, balderdash and falderal are all words that spring to mind whenever this particular charge is levied. Undeterred, Scarlett has expanded this theory to now include the "fact" that her attorney has been co-opted by my father, through a hidden payoff, and is therefore secretly working for him and not her. However, side-by-side with this theory is a new game plan, that may or may not come to fruition, that involves the deposing of my parents to ask them questions concerning separate property. Scarlett knows that there are separate property issues involved here yet refuses to acknowledge them. So, between her and her attorney (who is secretly in my dad's employ) they have come up with this idea of a deposition. Left unanswered I suppose is why her attorney, who is doing my father's bidding would agree to depose his own hidden client.
Cognitive Dissonance #2: Scarlett has an alcohol problem. Not herself but with others. Or at least some others. Most of the time. At least when she doesn't. Or it's not in her best interests. But, let me explain. According to Scarlett, Salty at one point had a drinking issue. Now, Salty quite frankly denies this but in any event, for various reasons decided over 21 years ago to just walk away from it. No muss, no fuss. Since that time however, on at least 6 different occasions, Scarlett made it quite clear that should Salty ever have so much as another adult fermented beverage she would leave him. Oh how tempting that was at times! Then along comes a Pecker.
There are some subtle differences between Salty and Pecker. In no particular order they are as follows:
Salty has a car, driver's license, a job, a future and a fully paid for house.
Pecker has....a backpack, a police record (due to alcohol), a student ID, no car, no driver's license (due to alcohol), no job (due to alcohol) and seemingly not much of a future (due to alcohol). And he lives in an apartment with 3 other guys. At ~ 47 years old....due to alcohol.
See what I mean? Very subtle differences. You can hardly pick them up.
Anyway, it's not really any secret that during the rendezvous between Scarlett and Pecker, things have been greased with the aid of adult beverages. To excess. In any event, Scarlett has also "broken up" twice with Pecker. But now wants him back. Why? Salty doesn't care, in fact Salty wishes her all the best. But what Salty can't wrap his head around is Scarlett's demand that Salty never touch another drop but she is perfectly fine with someone who's entire life has been drop kicked into the toilet because of it. Is it because Scarlett feels as though she's top dog in that relationship? That she can call the shots? Don't know and really don't care. But it is a puzzle and Salty likes to solve puzzles. Though admittedly there are some puzzles you should just put back on the shelf and never bother with again.
Cognitive Dissonance #3: Another one related to alcohol. Mr. and Mrs. Virginia, the parents of Scarlett's grand kids, have both been known to drink to excess at times. And that is putting things mildly. Mr. Virginia serves our country in a branch of the service and was informed late last year that he would be deployed soon for a one year stint. Mrs. Virginia, I am told, impressed upon Scarlett how nice it would be if Scarlett moved back there during this time to help with the kids. And Scarlett was ecstatic. So that was the plan. Now, as the service is known to do, they have changed their collective minds on Mr. Virginia's deployment. Scarlett discovered this news on a phone call with Mrs. Virginia who was three sheets to the wind at the time. Prior to this, Mr. Virginia had gotten sauced one evening then for reasons unknown decided it would be a grand idea to try and take his own life. Scarlett was aware of this as well. So all of this now adds up to Scarlett not wanting to make this move. Why? Well, certainly the change in deployment was a factor but, funny thing, that reason was not mentioned by Scarlett. Her reason? She didn't want to deal with the "drama" of Mr and Mrs. Virginia's drinking..... wait, what?
Scarlett is ok with Pecker's drinking but she's not okay with drinking that is going on in the presence of her grandkids. Drinking that leads to someone thinking it a good idea to commit suicide. Another puzzle here for Salty. Wouldn't it be better for Scarlett's grandkids to have her there to act as some sort of refuge against mom and dad when they each go off on a toot? And wouldn't she be better off to walk away from someone whose life has been tossed into the gutter because of drinking?
Well, Salty certainly seems to believe so, but then his opinion has not been asked for. Nor, likely will it. Ever. Which is fine.
So, how does all this end? Who knows. The only thing Salty knows for sure is that he is damn glad he's on his way out of this nuthouse.
Pecker - the unemployed young stud who managed to send her to the ER who has no car, no drivers license, a record of some sort and who accompanied Scarlett to a Christmas evening with her (dysfunctional) family.
Virginia - Scarlett's daughter who married and moved far away, popped two children who Scarlett claims to adore more than life itself. Virginia has at various times exhibited a tendency towards substance abuse.
Mr. Virginia - Scarlett's son-in-law, father of the grandkids who may or may not have a substance abuse problem.
Scarlett's attorney - Let's call him Barry, as in the English Barrister. My heart truly goes out to this poor fool because I know just what type of a client he has.
Money, Alcohol, Christianity, Separate Property, Living Arrangements, Cross Country Moves, Mother-Daughter Relationships, Girlfriend-Boyfriend Relationships and Feelings of Entitlement pretty much cover the subjects.
Disclaimer: The author of this blog assumes no responsibility for headaches, blurred vision, psychotic breaks, loss of hair, tremors, uncontrollable fits of screaming/laughter or any other medical, emotional or psychological side effects caused or induced by the reading of the following. Elderly individuals may wish to consult with their physician first. Please keep small children in your lap at all times. Management strongly discourages the consumption of alcohol during this ride. Proceed at your own risk.
Cognitive Dissonance #1: Scarlett has had an on again/off again theory that my father is the one pulling the strings in this divorce action. That she herself started... In her mind I am but a mere puppet simply responding to the hidden tugs, twitches, pulls and drops of my puppet master. Poppycock, balderdash and falderal are all words that spring to mind whenever this particular charge is levied. Undeterred, Scarlett has expanded this theory to now include the "fact" that her attorney has been co-opted by my father, through a hidden payoff, and is therefore secretly working for him and not her. However, side-by-side with this theory is a new game plan, that may or may not come to fruition, that involves the deposing of my parents to ask them questions concerning separate property. Scarlett knows that there are separate property issues involved here yet refuses to acknowledge them. So, between her and her attorney (who is secretly in my dad's employ) they have come up with this idea of a deposition. Left unanswered I suppose is why her attorney, who is doing my father's bidding would agree to depose his own hidden client.
Cognitive Dissonance #2: Scarlett has an alcohol problem. Not herself but with others. Or at least some others. Most of the time. At least when she doesn't. Or it's not in her best interests. But, let me explain. According to Scarlett, Salty at one point had a drinking issue. Now, Salty quite frankly denies this but in any event, for various reasons decided over 21 years ago to just walk away from it. No muss, no fuss. Since that time however, on at least 6 different occasions, Scarlett made it quite clear that should Salty ever have so much as another adult fermented beverage she would leave him. Oh how tempting that was at times! Then along comes a Pecker.
There are some subtle differences between Salty and Pecker. In no particular order they are as follows:
Salty has a car, driver's license, a job, a future and a fully paid for house.
Pecker has....a backpack, a police record (due to alcohol), a student ID, no car, no driver's license (due to alcohol), no job (due to alcohol) and seemingly not much of a future (due to alcohol). And he lives in an apartment with 3 other guys. At ~ 47 years old....due to alcohol.
See what I mean? Very subtle differences. You can hardly pick them up.
Anyway, it's not really any secret that during the rendezvous between Scarlett and Pecker, things have been greased with the aid of adult beverages. To excess. In any event, Scarlett has also "broken up" twice with Pecker. But now wants him back. Why? Salty doesn't care, in fact Salty wishes her all the best. But what Salty can't wrap his head around is Scarlett's demand that Salty never touch another drop but she is perfectly fine with someone who's entire life has been drop kicked into the toilet because of it. Is it because Scarlett feels as though she's top dog in that relationship? That she can call the shots? Don't know and really don't care. But it is a puzzle and Salty likes to solve puzzles. Though admittedly there are some puzzles you should just put back on the shelf and never bother with again.
Cognitive Dissonance #3: Another one related to alcohol. Mr. and Mrs. Virginia, the parents of Scarlett's grand kids, have both been known to drink to excess at times. And that is putting things mildly. Mr. Virginia serves our country in a branch of the service and was informed late last year that he would be deployed soon for a one year stint. Mrs. Virginia, I am told, impressed upon Scarlett how nice it would be if Scarlett moved back there during this time to help with the kids. And Scarlett was ecstatic. So that was the plan. Now, as the service is known to do, they have changed their collective minds on Mr. Virginia's deployment. Scarlett discovered this news on a phone call with Mrs. Virginia who was three sheets to the wind at the time. Prior to this, Mr. Virginia had gotten sauced one evening then for reasons unknown decided it would be a grand idea to try and take his own life. Scarlett was aware of this as well. So all of this now adds up to Scarlett not wanting to make this move. Why? Well, certainly the change in deployment was a factor but, funny thing, that reason was not mentioned by Scarlett. Her reason? She didn't want to deal with the "drama" of Mr and Mrs. Virginia's drinking..... wait, what?
Scarlett is ok with Pecker's drinking but she's not okay with drinking that is going on in the presence of her grandkids. Drinking that leads to someone thinking it a good idea to commit suicide. Another puzzle here for Salty. Wouldn't it be better for Scarlett's grandkids to have her there to act as some sort of refuge against mom and dad when they each go off on a toot? And wouldn't she be better off to walk away from someone whose life has been tossed into the gutter because of drinking?
Well, Salty certainly seems to believe so, but then his opinion has not been asked for. Nor, likely will it. Ever. Which is fine.
So, how does all this end? Who knows. The only thing Salty knows for sure is that he is damn glad he's on his way out of this nuthouse.
Friday, January 5, 2018
Aces and Eights
I think it's time Salty threw in the towel.
I've spent the past don't how many months giving Scarlett the benefit of the doubt, turning the other cheek, trying to believe what she tells me, hoping that she will take some serious responsibility for her life, make better choices, learn to tell the truth, behave as an adult not as a spoiled ill mannered teenager, plan for her future, prioritize, learn the difference between wants and needs, cease being a hypocrite, learn what the word hypocrite means, settle down, get serious, stop trying to manipulate, cease with trying to throw guilt trips on me, stop being dramatic, stop exaggerating, stop lying....Simply stated, to just stop being a 15 year old kid and act like the 60 year old adult that she is.
But. As I mentioned in one of my first posts, Kenny Rogers had it right years ago.
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
Now, I gave up any thought of trying to make something work with us pretty much from the beginning of this saga. That was never the issue. What I did want to do however was help Miss Scarlett get as good a start on a new life as possible. That took many forms. From letting her vent her spleen at me, cry, scream, yell, say things that would make a sailor blush, listen to her reflect on how badly she'd been treating me, accept at face value her promise to reform, do countless favors for her that I was under absolutely no moral or legal obligation to perform...wash, rinse and repeat.
I did one of those many favors for her just a couple of days ago. Well, actually for the past 3 days but it's the one only 2 days ago that is important here.
She's been feeling under the weather lately. Whether that is due to illness or just too much fun I don't know, nor do I care. Suffice to say that she did not feel at all well enough to give Salty Dog his morning walk. So I've taken care of that most of this week. Wednesday however, she asked if I could take her to a doctor's appointment after the walk. Fine. Get in my car and lets go.
So while I am taking her to this appointment she mentions that she needs "help". Money help. She's broke. Has bills she can't pay. This is going to hurt her credit rating. Without repeating what I said word-for-word, I in essence told her that her being broke was not my doing it was hers. A good credit rating is reserved for those who manage their financial resources intelligently and a bad rating is for those who show they can't. She has well earned a bad credit rating. The bills will eventually get paid but likely with late fees attached and that's her fault not mine.
She then starts talking about the divorce. Wants me to put my last offer back on the table and we can be done. Nope, not going to do that I tell her. You had your chance, you blew it tough luck. At which point she tries to use the "I'll take you to court" card. Told her to please do. I am able, willing and prepared to take this into court. In fact, nothing would please me more than to present to a judge all that I have done for you, all that I have put up with from you and all that I have suffered with because of you. Please, do me that favor.
This conversation is not going in the direction Scarlett had hoped.
Then she starts to cry. Tells me that I'm right she's a loser, a whore, no one wants her, the guys she's been seeing are only using her, she feels ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed and yes she has been acting like a teenager.
The trouble with Scarlett and crying is that, for the life of me, I don't know anymore when they are tears of sincerity or just crocodile tears. But there was a glimmer of hope in me that maybe, just maybe I'd gotten through this time.
Well, that thought was put to rest this morning when I found out that Pecker is back in the picture. Pecker, the one that she "broke up with" right after Christmas. And he's coming over to Tara today to spend the weekend.
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep
I've held aces and eights for far too long. Time to fold and leave the table.
As for dying in my sleep, I can only hope that that day is years and years away long after the bitter memories from this poker game have faded away and I find myself at another table with a winning pat hand.
I've spent the past don't how many months giving Scarlett the benefit of the doubt, turning the other cheek, trying to believe what she tells me, hoping that she will take some serious responsibility for her life, make better choices, learn to tell the truth, behave as an adult not as a spoiled ill mannered teenager, plan for her future, prioritize, learn the difference between wants and needs, cease being a hypocrite, learn what the word hypocrite means, settle down, get serious, stop trying to manipulate, cease with trying to throw guilt trips on me, stop being dramatic, stop exaggerating, stop lying....Simply stated, to just stop being a 15 year old kid and act like the 60 year old adult that she is.
But. As I mentioned in one of my first posts, Kenny Rogers had it right years ago.
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
Now, I gave up any thought of trying to make something work with us pretty much from the beginning of this saga. That was never the issue. What I did want to do however was help Miss Scarlett get as good a start on a new life as possible. That took many forms. From letting her vent her spleen at me, cry, scream, yell, say things that would make a sailor blush, listen to her reflect on how badly she'd been treating me, accept at face value her promise to reform, do countless favors for her that I was under absolutely no moral or legal obligation to perform...wash, rinse and repeat.
I did one of those many favors for her just a couple of days ago. Well, actually for the past 3 days but it's the one only 2 days ago that is important here.
She's been feeling under the weather lately. Whether that is due to illness or just too much fun I don't know, nor do I care. Suffice to say that she did not feel at all well enough to give Salty Dog his morning walk. So I've taken care of that most of this week. Wednesday however, she asked if I could take her to a doctor's appointment after the walk. Fine. Get in my car and lets go.
So while I am taking her to this appointment she mentions that she needs "help". Money help. She's broke. Has bills she can't pay. This is going to hurt her credit rating. Without repeating what I said word-for-word, I in essence told her that her being broke was not my doing it was hers. A good credit rating is reserved for those who manage their financial resources intelligently and a bad rating is for those who show they can't. She has well earned a bad credit rating. The bills will eventually get paid but likely with late fees attached and that's her fault not mine.
She then starts talking about the divorce. Wants me to put my last offer back on the table and we can be done. Nope, not going to do that I tell her. You had your chance, you blew it tough luck. At which point she tries to use the "I'll take you to court" card. Told her to please do. I am able, willing and prepared to take this into court. In fact, nothing would please me more than to present to a judge all that I have done for you, all that I have put up with from you and all that I have suffered with because of you. Please, do me that favor.
This conversation is not going in the direction Scarlett had hoped.
Then she starts to cry. Tells me that I'm right she's a loser, a whore, no one wants her, the guys she's been seeing are only using her, she feels ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed and yes she has been acting like a teenager.
The trouble with Scarlett and crying is that, for the life of me, I don't know anymore when they are tears of sincerity or just crocodile tears. But there was a glimmer of hope in me that maybe, just maybe I'd gotten through this time.
Well, that thought was put to rest this morning when I found out that Pecker is back in the picture. Pecker, the one that she "broke up with" right after Christmas. And he's coming over to Tara today to spend the weekend.
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep
I've held aces and eights for far too long. Time to fold and leave the table.
As for dying in my sleep, I can only hope that that day is years and years away long after the bitter memories from this poker game have faded away and I find myself at another table with a winning pat hand.
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
200+ messages and counting
So. In theory I went dark on Scarlett the day after Christmas. In theory. Phone is blocked and I thought email was as well. But through her stupid smart phone she is able to send messages to my email. Since Sunday I have been fortunate enough to receive over 200. Likely over 300 by the time I am finished with this particular post.
I've probably responded to no more than a dozen of these which some would say just feed her desire to continue the onslaught. I don't believe so. She has something to say and damn if I am not entitled and required to know what that is.
Scarlett talked to her attorney today and was told that the deal I took off the table back in mid December was in fact off the table. I've told her this, to her face at least twice, over email at least once and on the phone once or twice. Yet today she is shocked and surprised at this news. And that's what the nearly 100 messages/emails over the past, not quite 2 hours, have all been about.
She is trying every tactic in the book to get me to renege on my withdrawal. Guilt, living with myself, ruining her financially and emotionally, bills she cannot pay, a move that must now be delayed (with horrific consequences that I will bear the blame for in her telling), being mean, going against God, the Golden Rule...and it just goes on and on and on and on and on.
I have been sorely tempted to respond to some of the more outrageous statements, the absolute denial of known and established facts but I don't believe now is the time nor the place for these rebuttals. One of her threats is to take this matter into court and lay it before a judge. That, to me, would be the best time and place for any and all rebuttals I have concerning her lies and half truths.
But in the meantime, I just continue to receive, read and store the latest vitriol from her. She even went so far as to say that we should get back together. I should just come home if I'm not going to resurrect the overly generous offer I made and subsequently removed last month. Who thinks like that?
For the time being, Scarlett seems to have exhausted herself or perhaps because she has failed to get any response, let alone a rise, out of me, she has moved on to other things. For awhile.
Happy new year indeed.
I've probably responded to no more than a dozen of these which some would say just feed her desire to continue the onslaught. I don't believe so. She has something to say and damn if I am not entitled and required to know what that is.
Scarlett talked to her attorney today and was told that the deal I took off the table back in mid December was in fact off the table. I've told her this, to her face at least twice, over email at least once and on the phone once or twice. Yet today she is shocked and surprised at this news. And that's what the nearly 100 messages/emails over the past, not quite 2 hours, have all been about.
She is trying every tactic in the book to get me to renege on my withdrawal. Guilt, living with myself, ruining her financially and emotionally, bills she cannot pay, a move that must now be delayed (with horrific consequences that I will bear the blame for in her telling), being mean, going against God, the Golden Rule...and it just goes on and on and on and on and on.
I have been sorely tempted to respond to some of the more outrageous statements, the absolute denial of known and established facts but I don't believe now is the time nor the place for these rebuttals. One of her threats is to take this matter into court and lay it before a judge. That, to me, would be the best time and place for any and all rebuttals I have concerning her lies and half truths.
But in the meantime, I just continue to receive, read and store the latest vitriol from her. She even went so far as to say that we should get back together. I should just come home if I'm not going to resurrect the overly generous offer I made and subsequently removed last month. Who thinks like that?
For the time being, Scarlett seems to have exhausted herself or perhaps because she has failed to get any response, let alone a rise, out of me, she has moved on to other things. For awhile.
Happy new year indeed.
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