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September 17, 2012
Life can be a b*tch. In all the death and illness we worry about, the little sh*t ways on us too. Instead of coming home to a glass of wine and breathing, I come home from my night class to find that an investigator has been knocking at my door looking for my ex. On his business card lists repossessions and such. My ex wouldn’t pay a cent to MY mortgage until his name was on MY house. Once I did, he asked for a separation. He threatens to claim bankruptcy every now and again. Just lovely!