She would still be putting up with me if I hadn't pulled the plug and asked for a divorce. She is pretty cool, or at least can be at times. I married the woman, after all. That is what makes this suck so bad.

She says she will take care of getting the damage fixed and pay for it herself. That isn't much consolation for me, as I am currently in the process of trying to finish what the dog seems intent on chewing up so we can sell the damn place and move on with our lives. I don't for one second believe she got the dog to piss me off, and if it was a well manered dog I could care less. I'm just frustrated with her ability to make rational decisions in general, and in particular in the pet department. A Labradoodle? Who gets a Labradoodle? And who keeps it when it's tearing shi% up in the house? Give me a fuc%ing break.

Buying the parriot was a "bad" decision and it was a MAJOR factor in pushing me over the edge in asking for a divorce and wanting the hell out of the house. The fact she got rid of it after I left says volumes about her if you know her like I do, and she doesn't see it. Makes me sad.

I can't be around people that do not see things the way I do, and that includes my friends. I've got the best friends in the world because I say what I think, and the dicks or whathaveyous that can't deal with it or hang get weeded out. It's my process. The binding affect of the marriage licence didn't allow that to occur in my relationship with my wife as we grew and matured over time. In that respect I think marriage in general is a flawed concept in human relations.