The shits of divorce. He’s given consent to the agent to sell our place including all furniture.

I chucked a fit. The contract came this morning. He didn’t even bother to sign it. And he’s taken off drinking.

I hate that he still gives me the shits. I’m livid.

Have since amended the list. It only makes me realise that he has not an ounce of respect for me.

As days goes by I have no regrets divorcing him.

Oh well the more shits he deals out the more money I collect. Have popped another 5K into my account to replace the sofas. Why not? It’s only fair?