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Dammit.  NOW I'm getting the "Why didn't you talk to me like this when there was a chance?" crap.  Damn woman seriously wrote me a three page email after crying all over the phone for an hour.  I just told her I wasn't going to beat a dead horse, and would not engage her in debate or confrontation.  She made the choice to leave us, wouldn't say if it was forever, so I said go.  I'm giving the boy and I some closure.  I gave her two weeks to get her stuff.  Four weeks ago.  She said waitwaitwait and she'd get her shit together to come out and move.  I want to be rid of the white sofa and get the boy and I matching recliners.  Cause we need a MAN house for a while.  Can't be a MAN house with a damn white floweredy couch in the damn living room!

Then I go to Vegas, have a great time.  She knows I'm in Vegas because I told her not to show up last weekend.  She's text messaging me in Vegas and telling me she hopes I'm safe, that I'm having a great time, etc.  (PS- Pit Bosses HATE cell phones!)  I call shenanigans and the nice couple sitting between my buddy and I at the Blackjack table get a whiff of what's going on, and we start chatting a bit while we play.  I told them I was going through a divorce and that it was my wife playing mind games.  They obviously didn't know that I have no mind to play with, but I digress.  I explained that I am very close to writing a country song.  Here's how it went:

Me: "..country song."

Nice Older Lady: "How so?"

Me: "Eight years after we started our relationship and two after we got married, my wife rented a Cadillac, loaded up the dog, left the kids and me, headed east into the sunrise bound for Texas.  All I need now is to lose a trailer in a tornado."

*chuckles*    -Hell, even the dealer laughed!

Nice Older Man:  "We just got married today after 5 years."

Me: "Good Luck."

Nice older man: "What's that mean?"

Me: "Don't let her steal your dog!"

So it sucks that I can trivialize the whole thing, but the whole thigs sucks anyway.  Now she wants to come out on my birthday weekend while I'm back in Vegas to unload the house.  How can anyone have fun in Vegas when their life of nearly a decade is being dismantled?  Fuck that, I told her no.  Pick another weekend.  I've waited this long, if she doesn't get her plans together she'll get her shit from storage.  I'm not backing down and there's no road forward that shows us together.  Done is done. 

I need those recliners.

Ain't nothin' to a G.