This is the beginning…

I’m not usually one for long introductions, so I’ll try to keep this short.  I’ll call myself Heath, and my ex…  We’ll call her Nora…  She’s nuts.

She can’t hold a job for more than a year.  She had cancer and waited until AFTER she got better to start smoking.  She refuses to speak to either of her parents and doesn’t want our three children to ever see / be around their own grand parents because of some trumped up false accusations of wrongdoing (more on that later, I promise).  She lives with an abusive, drunk, married man yet claims to be his fiancé.  She never has two nickels to rub together, mainly because her money views revolve around status (and alcohol).  She can’t live without conflict, and constantly drags everyone she loves into her misery.  She can’t spell, needs a dictionary to read an e-mail from me when I write as if to a ten year old and has no common sense to speak of, yet fancies herself an intellectual.  About the only thing she had going for her was that she was attractive (which tells you what I was thinking).  I could go on, but I digress.

With that, we’ve begun to scratch the surface of the issues which will be outlined here under my moniker.  I promise to keep this all in a humorous slant, because life is short, and if you can get a chuckle out of my misfortune, I’m all for it.

Am I perfect?  Not by any stretch.  I’m a sarcastic asshole (part of the reason I’m divorced), but my current wife seems to be OK with it.  I love life and having fun with friends (and even people I don’t like that much).  I hope you (all 3 of you that may eventually read this) can get the humor of the situations in which I’ve found myself in relation to the nut job above.

Cheers!