I'm officially "legally separated," and the divorce will be final in a few months or something. Since I have my son for the next two weeks, I took him to the signing. The three of us hung out after the signing in the neighborhood where first lived in Brooklyn (Brooklyn Heights) and it was a bit odd. It was the first time I'd seen the scaffolding off the main buildings near our old apartment building. While we had our muffins, she took a few shots at me and mentioned that I didn't try and reconcile--I supposedly went to four therapy sessions and then got a girlfriend. She seems to have forgotten the past few years of torment and abandonment she provided me, but that's water under the bridge.
On another note, what's with taking pictures of women with pursed lips? I usually associate it with photos from Hot Chicks with Douchebags, but I've been noticing it more on here and other sites. I don't get it.
On another note, what's with taking pictures of women with pursed lips? I usually associate it with photos from Hot Chicks with Douchebags, but I've been noticing it more on here and other sites. I don't get it.
boxofficepoison:
I always think the hot chicks with douchebags is kind of a misnomer as far as the hot chicks go. Glad to hear you moved on past the divorce so well. That can be brutal sometimes.