My right nipple

is screaming making me painfully aware of its upcoming demise.

on top of every

As if i needed another project to tackle before i go under. My divorce finalized last September. But we were very lackadaisical about the paper work and the house we share a mortgage on. G insisted that he could handle the payments both before i moved out and the following months. He just recently lost his job, got another job, got fired again, and got a dwi. This has thrown a wrench in that wheel.

All i wanted to do was get the washer and dryer in the basement that my father bought us when we bought the house. He also brought the fridge.... which is irrelevant, just sayin'. With the surgery scheduled I have now entered preparation mode. As in get my life in order, get things straighted out so that everything will be easier to accomplish. Obtaining the w/d was a part of this plan. Knowing i could never get jt to carry my stuff to the laundry matte, I figured it was slightly easier to persuade him to carry stuff to the basement. Hence the text message to g informing him i'd be taking them. This comment initiated a day long argument. Ending with G threatening to move out and not pay the mortgage anymore. Leaving me with no choice but to get the house ready to sell. Oh yeah and he's not going to help at all. Great guy.

In the next 26 days.