A lot went down yesterday. I talked to my lawyer and he was a complete idiot, honestly. He didn't know about my state's 180 day residency requirement and his solution was to file early, get an "oopsie-daisy" on filing too early, and file again. I asked him the questions I had and left.

My wife had expected me home about 2 hours before I actually did (due to the meeting). Because of that, she freaks out and calls my mom to let her know that she hasn't heard from me in an hour (I know). She says I smell like cookies, though, which indicated that she thought I was cheating on her. I blame it on traffic (3 hour commute, supposedly), and chill in my room. After dinner, we have to go to the store because she has a hankering for chocolate. I'm livid at this point. Constantly spending money, walking around like a princess. But I let her, because I was a man with a plan to get away from her. That anger slipped out on the car ride home, however, when I basically pointed out how much my life would be better without her.

We fought for a long time in the house, and while I was angry, my voice never went above a quiet talking. Her, not so much. I'm surprised the cops weren't called. Eventually, divorce was brought up. I told her I wanted one and she freaked out, flipping from angry, to desperate, to sad, and all over again. At one point, she got on top of me (I was sitting in a chair playing vidya prior) to prevent me from fleeing. I kept telling her "no, it's over" that she hugged my head and squeezed it really tight. Assault? Maybe. Was I gonna put her in prison and stuck with the kids in the meantime? Hell no. Eventually it got to a point where it clicked with her and she started setting up places to live. Got one scheduled for her to live on Sunday, so I'll just have to live with her until then.

We started divvying up assets, what we wanted. Practically anything she had prior to the marriage or anything I or any family member bought for her are hers. Which, unfortunately, include the bed her mother bought for us. Couch it is! She wants to remain friends during and after the divorce, which I'm fine with during (no animosity means shorter divorce and more money saved) but definitely not after. This woman came close to ruining my life, destroying my relationships, draining all of my bank accounts, making me feel like a dog on a leash and then blaming it on me for not communicating. I slept on the couch last night but could barely sleep.

She woke me up at 2 AM, saying she couldn't sleep, which is great because I have work at 7 AM and haven't gotten a wink of sleep. She says "Can we try to work on things until Sunday and if they don't work, we'll divorce?" I said, "No, it's happening." Half hour of bickering later and a quick, "I'll think about it tomorrow." sends her to bed. She messages me this morning and asks if I thought about it and I told her I'm sticking with my decision. There was a little resistance but "I'm not arguing over this again" made her stop. She came to her senses and started talking about moving. She has no money so I have to pay for the U-Haul (her parents won't pay for it because they're broke too). And she needs money for wipes and pull-ups and blah, blah, blah. I'm paying it now so I can keep her happy so the divorce is easier. Spend a little money to save a lot of money.

On a brighter and less beta note, I set up a new bank account and my employer is hooking up direct deposit to it. She has no access to it.

Before anyone starts, yes, I'm being incredibly beta right now. I'm not alpha. Not even going to pretend I am. This is just my journey.