Update since my last FR. During lunch, a divorce lawyer contacted me and scheduled a meeting with me set for Monday evening due to the 4th of July. Looking good. I get off work and my wife offers to get some 3DS's since I wanted one and got an unexpected unemployment check. On the way to get them, she shows me a picture on her phone saying, "I didn't want to show you since I didn't believe it, but I have to." Picture of a positive pregnancy test. FTR, I never had sex with her since I decided to go down the Red Pill route. She didn't mention much past showing the picture besides how it'll affect her weight loss spree. I can't deny, I've been pissed for the last day and a half over it. I "wanted" a baby with this girl for a year and a half and now, when I am divorcing, she's pregnant. I'm hoping a) she miscarries or b) it's a false positive or c) it was a fake picture used to manipulate. Regardless if she's pregnant, I'm doing this. A $300-400 monthly check is nothing compared to this emasculating psychological trauma.

We end up getting the game consoles and a few games (Angry Birds, Cooking Mama, and LoZ: OoT) and go out to eat. We stop by some stores to replace some MORE shit of hers that was broken and to pick up some playing cards for me to justify her purchases. Get home, play our games, and sleep. Once I got up (on my day off), it was planning mode. Going to the laundromat, going to pick up some herbs for her depression (I can hear the Red Pillers shout "are you fucking kidding me?!" right now), finish up at laundromat, buy some food for her mom, and go over there for July 4. I have been VERY lucky in that they let me play games the whole time. My wife keeps making comments about me bring "mean" and making me do shit I don't want to do. Just holding out for Monday.

UPDATE: We had a fight tonight. She tells me, "You need to skip school on Tuesday because we need to go to the food pantry." Wait, what? We just went out and got a shitload of food.

I tell her, "I'm going to fail if I miss too much time."

"No you won't, you have plenty of time left."

"I have 5 weeks of 15 left. Why do we need to go to the pantry? We have plenty of food."

"You already said it was okay."

"You're literally placing greed over my ability to graduate. But fine, I'll go Wednesday instead of Tuesday."

"No, Wednesday I have to go to the gym."

"Monday then."

"Gym."

This goes on for 15 minutes in front of her mother and my voice starts raising, getting pissed off that this fucking landwhale is putting her well-being above mine. Her mother eventually stops us and thinks teaching the bitch to drive will solve all of our marriage problems. PLEASE LET MONDAY COME SWIFTLY.