Warthog (crackzilla the boozehound) got kicked out of treatment last week. She has been back in OurTown since Wednesday and I have been wired for sound ever since. And yet, for the past five days, nothing. No word. No email, no phone call, no demeaning text messages. Nothing. It's been silent as a church on Halloween and yet I had this impending sense of doom. Then today, finally word. Not from her, from the facilitator of visits. Apparently Warthog has been trying to manipulate the system to get more visits by claiming SO lied to the facilitator about the agreement SHE created. I assume this came after a week of heavy drinking so I will go ahead and assume it's booze induced dementia and not her being a manipulative twat.

The problem is, the kids really want to see her. I get that and I am ok with that. They are young, they don't really understand what a colossal waste of space she is and it's certainly not my place to tell them. The part that worries me is that she will pump them for information and find out where we live. The part that worries me is that she will make the 9 year old, yet again, feel like the whole divorce is her fault, and the part that really worries me is that she will create a massive warzone yet again between herself and SO in an attempt to delay a divorce she doesn't want. I would like to get married while my ovaries are still worthwhile in case I decide I do want one of my own. I would like to put this ugly divorce (I can't get rid of her no matter what and I know that) behind SO and I so that we can focus on something other than her rampant alcohol soaked brain. I really just want her to walk in front of a bus, even though she would probably cause significant damage to the front end, and take one for the team. But mostly, what I really want, is for her to just disappear. Poof, like a bad dream or my dwindling bank account.

Oh well, I suppose that is the price we pay when we get involved with an SO who has a nasty ex right?