Heavy, Indeed.

Earlier in the week Muffin's Daddy called to say that he need to have a "conference" with me one day during lunch because he had some "heavy" shit to discuss. After our recent conversation wherein I told him that Muffin would no longer visit as long as his wife was present, I anticipated something along the lines of "divorce" and I was not disappointed.

The fact that he wanted to talk during our lunch hour and away from "interruptions" (as he put it) indicated that he didn't want his wife to hear, obviously. What with the complete lack of snow day on Tuesday and the fact that his wife apparently hid his cell phone out of spite on Wednesday - we were unable to talk until yesterday. That's when he asked if he could claim our daughter on his taxes this year, and in fact every other year, in order to help pay for a divorce.

Taken aback, I was unsure how to respond. First off, he has promised to divorce this harpy before and nothing ever came of it. Secondly, he doesn't pay the "less than $100" per month child support ordered by the court. Third, Muffin doesn't stay with him anywhere close to half of the year and FINALLY? I pay FOR EVERYTHING remotely associated the little girl!

Doctors, Dentists, Swim Lessons, Dance Lessons, any and all clothing that gets sent to his home as well as fancy Christmas outfits and Halloween costumes! I pay for her asthma and allergy prescriptions that are entirely due to his smoking. I pay for a good pre-school - even on the days when she visits his home. I provide 99.9% of all Muffin related expenses.

Not only that, but this year I'm resigning from a very well-paying job to move closer to my family and his in a fiscally challenging economic climate.

Now, I know he is not in the best of financial situations but I fail to see how that is my problem. On the other hand, if it means he gets a divorce from the evil woman he married which would mean that my Muffin would never have to be around her again - maybe it's worth it.

I told him that I'd consider it and I will. After I do my taxes and see what kind of a cut in refund we're talking about, that is. He replied "No pressure, just see what you can do." And now I have to make a decision. I hate making decisions almost as much as I hate talking to him and I blame him entirely for the bad mood that will cloud my weekend.

Oh well, that's my problem isn't it. In completely unrelated news... I will not post any thoughts about the Lost season premiere until later in the weekend for those of you that DVR'ed it and haven't watched the two hour episode. I must content myself with only remarking that I enjoyed every single minute and look forward to a season that has more answers than questions. Happy Friday!