This is my world as I see it—you might see it my way, you might not.

I was at Charlie Gribble’s house July 2, 2009. I was there for the second and last time to try and retrieve the rest of my belongings. Not to anyone’s surprise, the things that I actually wanted were not there. On the off chance that Charlie was going to do the right thing and let me have ALL my stuff, I had a present for him in my back pocket. If he would have given me the rest of my stuff I would have presented him with the gift. What was the gift? A DVD full of all the precious Jeep pics he so desperately wants. I was going to hand it to him on my way out if we had gotten to get all my stuff. But, because he is a blooming idiot and has probably destroyed all of the sentimental items he chose to keep from me, he will not now or ever be getting any of the pictures. Previous offer is off the table. You want a divorce, tough shit. The only way it’s going to happen soon is if Charlie starts telling the truth, gives me ALL the stuff on my list and coughs up more cash than the last offer. You want to talk about marital property big boy? You think that everything that is mine is yours and all martial property is yours, well I think the judge will think differently. Remember, I’m the one who technically purchased Sophi. I have the receipt from the wire transfer out of my account, receipt from eBay, and the paper trail to prove it. I also have all the receipts from all the parts I have bought. Try to hide her now. And that’s just the tip of the iceburg. Think of everything else that has been bought and sold in the last two years. I know that you still being married has not hampered your sex life in any way, but contrary to what Jennifer, your paid informant says, I have stayed true to my marriage vows.
So why don’t you just sit back and keep drinking yourself into oblivion every day. Play the victim. Poor, poor Charlie. He is so broke, but he still has a housekeeper. Get real. You are not fooling anybody anymore. Hope you had fun on your vacation taking up hay. And I wasn’t impressed with you cursing at my mother either. That showed what a stupid redneck you are. And I don’t believe for a minute that you have the cash on hand to pay me.
P.S. Don’t even think that you can control where I go and what I do. I can go to the bluff anytime I please. And any other trail too. You don’t control all the Jeeps in Southern Illinois, but keep trying. I’m glad you have nothing better to do with your time than worry about me and what I am doing.
Just so you know, after I hit publish I won’t think about you unless my attorney calls me, but I get so much satisfaction knowing that every minute of every day you are thinking about me. Even in those intimate moments with the whore of the week I know that you are still thinking about me. I know that you are bothering your poor attorney everyday with schemes and plans to try and frame me, go ahead. Keep racking up those legal bills. Or you could just do the right thing for once in your life and this could all be over. Think about it, stupid.
“I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.” -Dorothy Parker
"The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads."-William Styron
“I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had absolutely no other place to go.” -Abraham Lincoln
This is my attempt to share my world with you. Sometimes it's exciting—sometimes it's dull. I'll take you with me through my journey of life. Remember, this is my blog and I write whatever I am feeling at any given time. These are my opinions and nobody elses. Please leave me your comments, both good and bad. You can contact me at julie [at] gribco [dot] com anytime with ideas, comments or just to chat.