From Worst to Best

I've been writing and writing and writing all this week. I guess I really should write up a few of the menus I promised some catering clients, but I will get to that. Why have I been so busy writing? I've been served with divorce papers and they are so filled with lies and cowardliness it is so unbelievable. Was I surprised by this? No. Am I ashamed? No. Am I angry and hurt by his viscous lies and comments? Yes, most definitely. He's trying to get his obligation....(child support ) reduced to virtually nothing. He is a little man.

He also claims my business is a hobby. Hmmmmmm hobby? What are your hobbies? Mine are music, reading, writing, gardening...and I like to house paint. Cooking for 50 people is not a hobby. It is your livelihood(?). Trying annoying Rachel Ray's latest recipe IS a hobby. I cook to support my family, damn it. Burning myself with olive oil for eggplant is certainly NOT a hobby. ( Little does he know, he may have to pay half my tuition.......law school.....to enter into the REAL work force and give up my "hobby")

Anyway, I have had to combat or do damage control to all of his accusations and weaseling(?) $800.00 (payable to my attorney which I am suing for reimbursement) dollars later and I still have my dignity. I also have my boyz and, currently, my house. That's the big one in question. Give me my home ( your boyz are not part of the equation....THEY choose to be with me) that you never cared anything about and I will shut up and not touch anything else that I am entitled to after 21 years of legal marriage.

My attorney is really pissed about the way I was served. It was humiliating and I am so sure, he loved every minute of. Now, it's all coming back to bite his lazy, sorry ass!

Sweetie and I went to get coffee last Saturday morning. Our plan was to wake up early, get coffee (too lazy to make my own) and read the paper. Damn, I need a good (but way too expensive) Italian espresso machine. I then wanted to get moving on cooking for 45 people. Hmmmmmmm HOBBY? Idiot! Well, we did read papers and it wasn't our local (major) rag. I have to be nice.......actually, I like our paper and their employees are huge supporters of my business. So, I realllllly like them.

Anyhoooo, I get out of my car and nerdy, bald dude, (no offense to any bald males, my brother is one, I got ALL of the hair gene) is looking at my house. He then gets out of his car and he's on my stoop. I ask him if he needs any help and he calls my name and says in such a condescending tone....."these are your divorce papers" Dumb ass husband STILL can not get my name right. They put HIS last name and I have always retained my maiden name, with a hyphen for his. His family is completely nuts and for professional reasons, I do not want any ties to his name. Now, in my response to his bullshit I get my maiden name (such a lame 19 th century term) back!!!!!!! Yahoo!!!!! The Z is back. Legally, I get the Z and only the Z.

It was very overwhelming and shocking to say the very least. The first phone call I made was to a family friend to change the locks on my home. This is obviously something I needed to long time ago. I never did because I did not want my boyz to have any ill feelings about their locking their father completely out. Seems hubby has gone through some very personal papers of mine and has accessed my bank accounts. So much for trusting someone......pig!

I was very surprised at the fact that I still able to pull off a dinner for over 40 people. They probably had the most tender beef I have ever prepared. I stabbed the holy hell out of that meat so much that I broke a fork in the process. They loved their meal.

After delivering their meal I had my melt down that I postponed all day. I broke down to my parents like I once did when I was a teenager. That was the humiliating part!!!!!! Crying to your parents and bringing them into your drama. It was a mess! I have not cried like that in many years. But the funny thing was it felt good. I have pent up so many feeling for so long that it felt like a volcano erruption.

Sweetie called me several times that day to check on me. It was wonderful to have all the support that I was given. My parents, my God parents, kids, friends and Sweetie. Again, I was not breaking down over a divorce. I did that many years ago. I broke because of his insults and pure vindictivness.

Sweetie took me out to dinner that night knowing full well that I did not want to be around people. I looked and felt like hell. He then persuaded me to go dancing to "burn off my negative energy". I got to give it that man, dancing all night really boosted my spirts and helped me to gain some severly lost self-esteem. The band was pretty damn good as well.

At the end of the evening, when we went home, Sweetie confessed something to me. He started off by apologizing and for what, I did not quite frankly understand. He apologized for being selfish which again I could not quite understand. Then, he confessed that the evening was more of a celebration for him. He was celebrating that I was finally going to be free and that he and I could start making more permanent, life long plans.

Again, he stated that he loved me for me, he accepts my boyz for who they are, he appreciates and knows I work hard and that my business is not a hobby, and that I should never change. Just keep on being Angie! Angie, the one he claims that he fell in love with the moment he met.

I love that man and he is my best friend!