Aussies are often known for 'telling it like it is' ....and I'm an Aussie....so....

Everyone has an arsehole.  You simply had one too many....;)

roflmao!!! New procedure submitted for patent: Autosupernumeraryanalectomy!

also... a new abbreviation: lmaho

I'm hoping that gives our girl a giggle.

Sorry to hear about your troubles Karen. You can always come back. Things are actually starting to improve around here now. The medical industry's always hiring (thanks to Ocare) and even construction is picking up a little.

One for the medical books Doc.

Back in 1970 I married this girl who turned out to be a nympho, no joke. If you didn't pay attention she got pissed. I was working on a project for my dad and it was quite complex. One morning I'm sitting down at the table working and next thing I know I got a broomstick across the back. Needless to say I almost reciprocated in kind. Instead I broke the broomstick in half and that was the end of that. It lasted one whole year. She moved in with her sister in Vermont while I stayed in New York. I divorced her right quick. Been on my own ever since. So yeah....its gets better with time.

Once upon a time it was a dark and stormy night and .....  

Karen, I believe you have my number.

If you need someone to bounce emotions off of, or a shoulder to cry on, I'm here.

I take abuse fairly well, it's a part of my daily routine...hehe...

We all love you here, and well wishes abound for you!! 

Maybe he had a Rectal-Cranial Intersectomy?

You'd have to have your head up your ass to do that to a lady like Karen!

Indeed.

We can always deliver a bag of poop to his house, set it on fire then ring the bell.

Very sorry for your troubles, glad you are still with us here , you would be very much missed. Stay up, its a hard trip to freedom,your on your way though.Block out the crap and start a new day.Soon you will be on top of the world. Best wishes for you.

Jafo -

That's the plan.  I miss my kid and he misses me.  Hopefully I'll have enough cash saved up to move in the fall.

Uvah - How would he know there is a flaming bag of poo on his porch, when he's in the house with the music cranked up and he's smoking weed.  It's the same smell!

ps, Think I can get a 40 sack from your ex! I could give you the cash! Sad humor, I know. Seriously though, sounds like not much to miss other than a  a giant headache and constant burden. Were here if you need us.

I wouldn't have made a dime cause I would have smoked it all while on a road trip around the country visiting all you knuckleheads and my tattoo is actually a work in progress. (I have The List tattooed on my back and am running out of room)

bummer Karen, hang in there.

Is this the guy you picked up and moved with to Arizona or someplace?

I'm pretty sure you could, but I'll warn you he keeps orange peels in the stash to keep the product moist so it weighs more<----------And a decent human being like me should not know these secrets to higher weed profits.  Perhaps some day when I don't have to work as much as I do, I'll write fiction, which is something I've always wanted to do, and this knowledge will make me a more authentic author.

The tattoo probably reads 'BASTE' instead of 'BEAST'. That's what you get for going to Zubaz's tattoo parlour ;p

nah, I reckon it reads  'BAST...'   and is a work in progress....   

I have been following the situation since it started. You know how to get ahold of me if you wish.

He'd have to answer the bell or knock or whatever and upon seeing it burning the first thought to come to mind would be to stamp it out. And if he's high at the time......it'll freak him out. Should have someone do it and record it with a phone camera then upload it to YouTube...it would go viral instantly. Be even better if the bag exploded. Then he'd really be a 'shitty' person.

Reminds me of a stunt we used to do as kids on Guy Fawkes night... fresh cow patties in a cardboard box, a couple of large bangers in the turd with their fuses conveniently sticking out of the loosely fitted lid.  We'd find a doorstep [usually of someone we didn't like] and one would knock on the door while the other placed the box and lit the fuses.

Hehe, we'd run like all buggery and hide close enough by to hear the explosion and the coarse language that usually occurred after getting a shite shower.

Yeah, I know, I was a bugger of a kid, but it would have been a crime not to have carried out the myriad of practical jokes/gags that we spent many hours concocting and planning.

Nope...he wouldn't.  He wouldn't hear the bell or knock, and even if he did, he'd just stay seated, oblivious to anything but the thoughts inside his own skull, and wait for whomever is ringing the bell or knocking to leave. 

I know it's really hard to wrap your head around how someone can be so totally unmotivated, but he just doesn't give 2 shits about anything that doesn't immediately benefit him without him having to exert himself, and there is no benefit to him answering a door.

Sounds like somebody who expected to be waited on hand and foot, and nobody deserves to be treated like a slave/servant by their spouse or partner.  That to me shows a total lack of respect and is something I could never do to someone I love... supposed to love.  I fail to understand why anyone would behave that way, but obviously there are some who do and shame on them.

Anyway, you acted beyond and above the call of duty for far too long, so now it's your time to be who you want to be.