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morgainev 
I slept a little better last night and my mood slowed down a little today. I had to speak with stbx a bit about the impending eviction of the people renting our former residence and how we're going to deal with it afterwards. He mentioned that he is trying to get a full-time job at the police department where he was working part time and that he is considering doing some sort of logging work with a friend to earn extra money. I said I can't help with the payments because I'm lucky to work my regular 40 hours and get a full paycheck. He said "I understand." My reaction was to rethink my decision to divorce (for about the millionth time). Then I started thinking. Wait a second. When we were living together he was working part time hours, making part time money, using my health insurance, and constantly giving me a hard time about missing work. He was able to take his dream vacation of a 9 day hunting trip to Colorado (twice) but I couldn't ever go on vacation because I didn't have any time off saved up. I think I'm doing pretty damn good to hold down a full-time professional position while dealing with bipolar disorder and raising three teenagers. Of course he always complained the two oldest were hoodlums and, of course, it was my fault. And I was depressed because I was fat. It wasn't the medicine either. I needed to eat better and go to the gym (like him - NOT). It was also my weak mind. People who are mentally disciplined like him don't need to take psychiatric medication. Wait a minute, NOW I remember why I'm divorcing him. Not to mention the fact that I just couldn't seem to get along with his girlfriends. Good riddance!
