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| Scorpion Flower | January 29, 2012, 1:42 pm Post #211 |
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We'll see what happens on the next chapter. I am not saying a word about it.
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| Voxx | January 29, 2012, 2:10 pm Post #212 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Tease! Post more NOW! It's so torturous waiting! Though, it is nice to know that you update daily, so I never have to wait too long to know what happens next!
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| Anselmo's Girl | January 29, 2012, 6:09 pm Post #213 |
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Phil crazy!
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Oh no! I don't want them to end
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| Nah Bruno | January 29, 2012, 10:53 pm Post #214 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Good they are working on their relationship. 92? maybe Fran, don't know...just saying
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| Scorpion Flower | January 30, 2012, 7:45 am Post #215 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Let me just summarize you what happened in our lives between 87 and 92. Finally in 88 I got the internship of my dreams, I began working at the most important hospital in San Francisco, I knew right there that I would never leave that town. I would live there for the rest of my life. Same year Metallica released “And justice for all”. First album with Jason on the bass, only there wasn’t any bass on the album. I fought hard and tough with James about it. Out of greediness they had ruined what could have been one of their best albums. All you could hear was drums and guitars, it seemed like they were playing under water, the album had a terrible sound. James argued it was just to punish Jason, another sort of bullying, I thought they were crazy because what they were doing was ruining their own music. I couldn’t argue more than that with him. He thought he was right and Lars did too, when they would have their minds into something there was no one capable of guiding them to the right way. They were always right, or they thought they were. After the album I was left alone once again. They toured The States, Europe and even went to Japan. During 1988 and some part of 1989 I saw James little times, except in the summer when I had a break of a few months from my internship and I met them in Europe. I knew when I was coming back home I’d have a job back in the hospital but that summer I’d have a break just like any other student still in college. So, you know in summer 1988, I graduated from Medical School. I was so happy. I was finally a doctor, with great grades and with a job already. Touring was more insane than ever. I saw so many ugly things that I thought several times about coming back home even before my time with them was done. Crazy things happened. Drugs began to be offered backstage. James didn’t touch them though but he drank like a mad man. Lars and Kirk began to do cocaine and I even got offered by them. I refused it, of course, ever since my adventure with drugs I never did it again in my whole life. In 1989, when James came back from touring I was earning good money with my job in the hospital. Our life took a step up, also Metallica was making more money, we began to live comfortably but much thanks to my paycheck every month. I decided it was time to move and I began to look for a new house. I found a house, not an apartment, in Marin County that I loved. Marin County was already a fancy place in San Francisco, there were big houses everywhere, mine wasn’t so big but it was a stunning little white house in the middle of a wood with just a few neighbors around. James also like the place, I ended up buying the house for us. At that time, between the two of us I was the one loaded. Medicine paid the bills quite well. Like I said, it was a white house with small garden in the front and a gate. It was a two floors one. Downstairs we had a living room, the kitchen, a small office and a bathroom. Upstairs there were two rooms, one of them it was ours, another bathroom and finally we had our own private bathroom inside our room. Not big, not a palace but definitely much better than our tiny apartment downtown. We were close to the beach and that was another point in favor for me. For both of us because we both loved it. After some months off in 1989 and rough times for us as a couple, in 1990 they entered the studio again with major producer at the time Bob Rock. I felt something Huge was coming out of there. They took long months doing the new album, it was not the rush of the previous one. Unfortunately, large months on studio and of insanity on the boy’s behalf, that album cost all their marriages, except for mine and James. Kirk and Rebecca, Lars and Debbie and even Jason ended up getting divorced in the middle of that recording. I understood their reasons because I was living with those reasons inside my house. When they came back from the justice tour, their habits were worse than ever. When I thought James couldn’t get any drunker, he’d always surprise me. Drugs in the middle for others and women. Yes, women began to appear again. They had more expression in the metal scene and women began to rain to them. None of the girls took it, they tried for long but when this recording began and they spent hours after hours inside the studio not even acknowledging that we existed they jumped off board. I, once again, stayed with him. I tried to understand him, but this new album was nothing but trouble for us. Long hours in the studio also meant some hours having fun. They had to distract themselves, or so they claimed it but James ended up arriving home almost in the morning every day, drunk and smelling like women perfume. I found many lipstick marks on his shirts, so I knew this time he was cheating on me. I took it for as long as I could, but we were barely together. We lived in the same house but we seen each other little times. Sometimes all we’d say during a whole day was “good morning” when he was coming back home and I was getting up to go to work. Could you live with that? I began to think that I was losing my time. He never got better as I expected, day after day, I gave him so many chances to go back on track but he seemed to get lost even more. In August 1991, their fifth album came out under the name of “Metallica”, better known as the black album due to its cover being total black. Their success reached the highest scale possible imagined. They became huge in no flat time. They were everywhere, on the news, on MTV, on every radio station. They made it big that time. Now imagine how the women thing became after that. Unbearable. During the rest of 1991 and beginning of 1992, my marriage reached a low. James’s behavior became uncontrollable. Groupies everywhere claiming to have slept with him. He was seen in every strip club in town, even forgetting sometimes we had things arranged to make together. Failing appointments with me. He was so blind with his success, with the money he was making, with the women he was getting that he stopped caring about the rest. Booze every night, I jumped to the conclusion that in fact he was an alcoholic, he had tried many times to stop drinking and he had always failed it. James was an addict but he didn’t admit it and he began to live fully his rockstar condition. Now a huge and rich rockstar who didn’t give a shit for anything or anyone. Not even me, or he made me feel that way. One morning, I got up to go to the hospital and he was sleeping by my side. Another night out, another wild night. I cold smell his breath and I was far from him. I sat in my bed thinking again for the million time what I should do with him, those were my morning thoughts for quite some time. I got up and grabbed his clothes off the floor to put it in the laundry. I saw lipstick again on the collar of his white shirt. Tears fell down my face again. I smelled his shirt, cheap perfume all over it. I sobbed a bit. I was not a happy person, in fact I was on the verge of being a miserable one. When I was checking the pockets of his jeans, I found a paper. I opened it and read it. “Thanks for the lovely evening. Ruby.” and then there was the girl’s phone number. Thanks for the lovely evening? He had been having a lovely evening with some slut while I had been at home all alone crying my eyes out over him. I cleaned my eyes with the back of my hand and went to the kitchen. I began to brew some coffee, I needed my morning medicine. In a rant I went upstairs and called him. “I am sleepy.” He muttered. “Get up, get dressed, there’s coffee in the kitchen, meet me there. I want to talk to you.” He opened his eyes at me but I ignored his look. I turned around and closed the door behind me. I was sat at the kitchen’s table sipping on my coffee when he came in and sat in front of me. I knew exactly what I was going to tell him. “Don’t you need a cup of coffee?” I said first. He nodded and poured one for him. Then I just handed him the girl’s note. “What is this?” He asked opening it up. I saw his expression changing once he read it. I knew he didn’t even had a clue of who Ruby was. He was like that, he’d use a girl but didn’t even care to know her name. He looked at me and said nothing. He waited for me to give my sentence and that would be my final one. “I can’t take this anymore.” I began. “I am not happy, you can’t make me happy and I am sure you’re not happy either because I believe that when you do these things and you think of me, you feel incredibly bad. I know you’ll say you were drunk but I don’t care about that either. Being drunk is not an excuse. You should get help and you know it. I don’t wanna live like this anymore. Your lifestyle disgusts me. I am not even sure if I still love you. So…please grab your stuff, pack your things and leave my house. I don’t want to find you here when I came back from work.” I got up to leave once I had finished but he called me when I was passing by the door. “Steph…” I looked back. “I am sorry.” He said. “It’s ok. It’s the life you’ve chosen so I can’t blame you. Just make sure you’re not here when I come back.” With that I picked up my purse upstairs ready to leave to work. I took a glance at the kitchen when I was on my way out. He was still sat in the same place but he didn’t look at me. This time he wasn’t even fighting to make me change my mind. I assumed he wanted it too. I guessed he wanted to be free too. I didn’t cry, not even one bit, on my way to the hospital. On the contrary I felt an immense sensation of relief. Relieved I was setting myself free from the prison and torture my marriage had become. I knew I still loved him, deep inside I knew I still felt strong feelings for him but I was too hurt and fed up to care. Life had to go on and mine did go on as if nothing happened. I had a normal day at work. I had my patients, I joked with them, I comforted them. I had lunch and laughed with colleagues. At the end of the day I came back home to find it empty. James’s things were gone, leaving just a couple behind. I took a deep breath, being at home and not finding any traces of him left me a bit sad, we had been together for 10 years and married for seven years and it was all over. After a relaxing bath and pizza for dinner I curled up in my couch watching a movie but I was soon disturbed by my door bell ringing. Lars was at the gate wanting to come in. I knew why he was visiting me, still he was a friend and I opened the door. He greeted me with two kisses and then I led him to the living room. I offered him a glass of wine and then sat right in front of him with my own glass of the red liquid in my hand. “Is this for real Steph?” He began. I just nodded. To be honest I didn’t feel like talking about it to anyone. But he had his right to do it. “You kicked him out of the house!” He exclaimed. “I did.” I said. “I couldn’t take it any longer. Can’t you guys see it?” I asked. “He loves you Steph.” Lars pleaded. I laughed. “No he doesn’t. He can’t possibly love me. You guys are funny. What kind of love is that? You spend your lives cheating on your wives!” “This isn’t about me.” Lars said. “It’s the same thing. His behavior is the same one you had when Debbie left! I don’t understand, you all claimed to love them and then were cheating all the time. In his case I really don’t get it. It can’t be just over sex, I like sex as much as he does! I never denied it to him, except for lately and for obvious reasons. He chose to keep on doing it. I gave him a chance he didn’t take it. I had to let go. I have to let go to go on with my life. I can’t be married to a person who doesn’t respect me. Someone who at the first girl that opens her legs to him he forgets that I exist. He chose his life. He traced his path. Now this it for me. I reached the end of the line.” Lars was listening to me attentively. “Don’t you even wanna know where he is or how he’s doing?” “Obviously he’s at your place and no, I don’t wanna know how he’s doing. That’s his problem. He needs to face the consequences of his actions. His marriage failing is just the first low in his life. Sooner more will come if he doesn’t stop drinking. Have you ever noticed how a different person he has become?” Lars didn’t say a thing. “Of course not.” I said smiling. “You’re the same. You’re all blinded by success and money. You guys don’t even realize how your personal lives crashed.” “You really want to split up?” Lars insisted. “I want to divorce. I have an appointment with a lawyer tomorrow.” I informed. “That fast? I mean…think about it Steph.” “I had the whole day to think about it. I had the last months to think about it. I want to divorce, yes. I don’t want to be married to him not even for another minute.” My rage was now beginning to show. “I don’t know what to tell you.” He said. “Don’t say anything. I had a tremendous life with him. He was the love of my life. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to fall in love with another person, at least, the way I fell for him but the last two years of our life together was nothing but dirt. Garbage. I don’t want that. I want my life to be clean and peaceful.” The next morning, after a good night sleep, I gathered everything I needed for the meeting with my lawyer. I was in his office at 10 am sharp. I was a bit nervous when I sat at his desk with his big brown eyes looking at me. My palms were sweating a bit and my voice was shaking too but my visit had a purpose and I was determined to do it. “So, this is a divorcing case?” He asked me after I explained everything I was there for. I nodded at him. He began to write a few notes and then asked for my name. “Stephanie Hetfield.” I said. I saw him stop writing and raising an eyebrow but he didn’t take his eyes off the paper. My family name sure caught his attention. “And your husband’s name?” He asked after. “James Alan Hetfield.” I said. There he looked at me with his eyes wide opened. Sure he was shocked and even surer he knew who James was. Who didn’t at the time? He was famous as he’d always wanted. After the initial shock he relaxed a bit and we began to set all the details. “Do you have all the documents I asked?” I handed him an envelope that contained my pre-nup agreement and our marriage certificate. He didn’t open it and it never even crossed my mind, or better I didn’t remember that the pre-nup said I would get 50% of everything James owned in case of divorce. “This is his contact.” I said giving him a paper with James’s phone number. “Please arrange everything for yourself. I don’t want to talk to him or see him. I don’t want to be anywhere near him.” “I’ll do my best.” He said. “And please, maximum discretion is all I ask.” “I understand.” After a hand shake I left his office towards the hospital, fully aware of what I was doing. There I called my parents announcing my decision. 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| Anselmo's Girl | January 30, 2012, 9:47 am Post #216 |
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Phil crazy!
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Oh noes!!! Me sad they are divorcing...but how can you leave those sweet blue eyes and dat cute smile!! I need more!!!
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| Voxx | January 30, 2012, 1:25 pm Post #217 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Well I'm glad that she's divorcing him. Good riddance. No one deserves to be treated so poorly, especially considering that Steph is a right catch. Because we've seen snippets from the future, we know they get back together. I just hope this is the wake up call that James needs. He sucks. |
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| Scorpion Flower | January 30, 2012, 7:26 pm Post #218 |
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Outlaw Torn
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How do you know it's him in the future? I never said it was him!!!
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| Voxx | January 30, 2012, 7:50 pm Post #219 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I actually went back to see if you said it was him or not because I was like wow, really?! During my detective work, I found this: "If daddy grounded you it's because he had a reason." I tried to make her talk and that's when my husband got in the room. I looked up at him with a questioning look. He grabbed the photograph I had on the bed, some photo that James and I had taken on our weekend in San Francisco back in time, the time I was just telling you about before reality checked in. He stared at it for a while and then he put it back on the bed. My youngest daughter, Lea, who is four, by the way, grabbed it. "Why did you have to marry daddy? This boy seems so much nicer!" She blurted. We stared at each other and smiled. Then I came back to my questioning look again." It's him. The look says it all.
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| Scorpion Flower | January 30, 2012, 7:52 pm Post #220 |
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Outlaw Torn
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My lips are sealed!!!
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| Nah Bruno | January 30, 2012, 9:09 pm Post #221 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Go Steph, you deserve better! And I thought they wouldn't end up together
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| Lilith | January 31, 2012, 1:40 am Post #222 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Steph just seems to be giving him chance after chance, but there are limits. Actually I'm surprised she hanged in there for so long. I hope this is the wake up call James needs to mend his ways. They are really cute together... ;_; |
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| Scorpion Flower | January 31, 2012, 8:48 am Post #223 |
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Outlaw Torn
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My divorce was nothing easy. Wanna hear about it? After two weeks and calling my lawyer every day asking for news, one day he called me on the hospital asking me to meet him as soon as I could. I left my shift running and delivered my tasks to Pete who was working with me. I knew he was more than capable of taking my tasks. Peter was an excellent doctor. I took off running and driving like a crazy woman over the packed streets of San Francisco, breaking almost every traffic rule until I got to my lawyer’s office. I was eager for news and I hoped he had some good ones. After all, if he had called me to meet him, that could only be good news right? When I got there I found him with a serious look, I discovered even before he delivered the news, that after all, what he had to tell me was nothing good. I sat and looked at him. “Did you talk to him?” I asked. He nodded. “Twice. We met twice.” When he told me that I thought again that everything was settled and I was gonna be a Flannigan again. “And?” I asked feeling anxious. “And, second time I almost had to call security to escort him out off my office. Mrs. Hetfield, your husband says he’s not signing any papers.” He explained. “WHAT?” I shouted in disbelief. “How can he do that?” I asked. “Maybe it is better if you two sit in front of a table and try to sort things out between you two.” “I don’t want to see him or talk to him.” I said furious. “How can he do that? Prick!!” I exclaimed not even caring I was in front of a lawyer. “If you two refuse to talk or see each other, then this is not going to be an easy process. Both times he ended up yelling and cursing inside this office. He claims that you want to ruin him.” He explained. “Is he out of his mind?” Obviously an answer he couldn’t give me. “We have to chance the allegations, maybe we can try to make this go on court.” I paused a bit thinking about his suggestion. It never crossed my mind to take our divorce on court, I always thought he’d take things peacefully. Court was something different. Court would draw attention. “What do you mean by the allegations?” I asked. I wanted to know what I was getting myself into. “Well, if he refuses to sign the papers then you have to allege a legal reason why you want to divorce your husband. One that will make the judge decide on your favor and he can’t step back.” I thought about it for another second. If he wanted war, then I would give him war. “Infidelity and alcoholism.” I said. I was just telling the truth, once again the lawyer looked at me as if he was seeing an alien. “I guess that will do. I will try to talk to him again and explain you allege this two reasons, maybe he’d sign this before we have to go into court, that might happen.” I left the office a bit worried. I didn’t want things to go that way but I had tried to do it the nicest way possible and he refused to do it. If that was what it took, then that was what I would do. Another two weeks of hell for me. Again, the lawyer scheduled another meeting with me. This time I met him not feeling so confident, I knew when James was stubborn things could get pretty ugly. “So?” I asked him. The lawyer just shook his head at me. I got up from the chair and began to walk in circles nervously. “What the hell is he doing?” I asked, mostly talking to myself. “Mrs. Hetfield…” The lawyer began but I turned around at him so fast that he looked at me seriously and stopped talking. “Don’t call me that!” I shouted. “I am trying to get divorced and erase that name, so please stop calling me that as if I was still married to him.” “You are still married to him. Look, what I was trying to tell you is that I don’t think he wants to divorce you. I’ve seen it happening many times and most of the times is because one part is against it. Just because he never opened up to tell me the reasons I am thinking it is that.” “Then I am going on court.” I said decided. “Maybe that will put some sense on his head.” The lawyer looked at me with a doubtful look. “What?” I asked him. The man sighed. “I told him that and rephrasing you his words were: I don’t give a…, imagine the word yourself, she can do whatever the, again ugly word, she wants.” I almost laughed. That was so him and I had a hard time controlling my laughter imagining him saying fuck and the lawyer’s face. Priceless. “He left a letter to you, I have it here. Maybe it says something. I didn’t open it as you can imagine.” He handed me an envelope. A letter from James? I took it with my hands shaking. It was the first time in 4 weeks that I was hearing news, directly from him. The lawyer left the office leaving me alone so I could read what he had written to me. I opened the envelope and sat on the chair ready to unfold the sheet of paper. His hand writing in there caused my eyes to water. Holy shit! “I never thought you’d do this to me Steph. How could you? How could you let go of everything that easily. Court? Lawyer? You don’t even have the courage to look in my face and say it yourself. Am I that disgusting to you now? You’re not getting 50% of everything I worked hard to get. Forget about that! I will not make things easy for you. NEVER! Telling your lawyer you didn‘t want to see me or talk to me, how low? Good news are I also don‘t want to see you or talk to you. Not now, not ever again. I never expected anything like this from you. Thanks for putting a knife in my heart.” Those were some harsh words. His problem was not the divorce itself, that was all I could assume from his letter, his problem was the simple fact of me getting 50% of his things. That’s when I remembered the pre-nup. I never thought about taking anything from him. I didn’t need it. I called the lawyer back in. “I know what his problem is.” I said feeling a bit calmer. “There’s the pre-nup, it says I get 50% of his assets. I didn’t remember that when I gave you the papers, I am sorry. I don’t want anything from him.” I said. “Well, I can write down a paper and you sign it, maybe we can go from there.” I agreed. I just wanted to rid myself of the nightmare my divorce was becoming. “Please, it has to be fast, I know they’re going on tour and then it will take months. I don’t want to be put on hold all these months.” I told him. I tried to go on with my life. Now I was getting worried at the proportions this divorce was taking. James could be mean sometimes and I was a bit clueless of where he was going to take this. If money was his only problem, then things would be fine once the lawyer would give him my word saying I didn’t want anything from him BUT if it was not… Trying to distract myself of the problem that was assaulting my life I began to go out with friends. I began to look at guys after my sixth week of separation and even had a one night stand with a guy. Sex was nothing good. I ended up comparing him to James every second of the moment and realized I was far from being released from him. He was in me. James crawled inside my skin like I had never imagined, so I risked the guys part off my life, at least, until I was sure I was cured. I said six weeks right? After two weeks of signing the damn paper, my lawyer still hadn’t any good news. Most of the times James claimed to be busy all the time. I went out one night with Lars and Kirk, so I found out he was lying. They were simply relaxing before leaving on tour which would happen in three days from that night. I panicked. He could not do that! I called my lawyer in despair trying to force him to call James again. One afternoon, with Metallica already gone, the lawyer called me to meet him for the third time. “Did he sign it?” I asked as I entered his office. I saw my lawyer looking down at his feet. That was definitely not a good sign. “He didn’t?” I said almost whispering as I sat on the chair. He shook his head. “How come? Wasn’t it everything settled? I signed the paper! What’s his problem? I don’t understand.” The man opened his drawer and handed me another envelope. I ripped it apart in no flat time. I knew it was another note from him. I began to read it. “It’s not the fucking money! I thought you were smarter than that! Payback is a bitch Steph! You should know better… Wanna go to court? Go ahead…I’ll be back in a couple of months, meanwhile, MRS. HETFIELD, I hope you have fun. I sure will. PS: I hate you.” I ripped the letter in tiny pieces when I read it. I was about to explode in rage. He sure wanted war. My eyes were burning with rage. I got up and walked around without saying a word, finally smashing the pieces of paper in my hand I spoke. “Arrogant prick!” I shouted. I saw my lawyer smiling. “He says he hates me, funny thing is he was the one fucking things up. I should be the one hating him. I do hate him. I HATE HIM!” I shouted. “I tried to do things properly, I tried to be nice but he doesn’t know how to be nice. You know what? Go to court.” I ordered my lawyer, who I swear was on the verge of laughing. “Your husband left on tour.” He said. “HE’S NOT MY FUCKING HUSBAND!” I shouted. “One can tell you were married to him.” He exclaimed smiling again. I was spiting flames. “What if he’s on tour?” I asked. I didn’t know how things worked, so I needed to know. “Well, as he’s working, he can claim he can’t be at court and it’s legal. He needs to be in court so he can be heard, so we can only do that when he comes back.” I was about to faint. “But that will take months!” I exclaimed. “We have to be patient and wait.” My lawyer was calm. I sat on the chair again thinking. There had to be something I could do. I began to think in silence with the lawyer staring at me. James had to sign the papers! “Give me everything he needs to sign.” I told him extending my hand at him. The lawyer gave me a large envelope filled with papers. “Is this everything?” I asked. “What are you going to do?” He asked me. I got up to leave and shook his hand. “Trying to get these papers to be signed.” I informed him. Once at home I called Kirk. “Hey Steph.” He greeted me on the other side. “How’s the tour with Axl Rose?” I joked. Kirk was terrified they were going to tour with Guns n’ Roses. “The guy is an idiot.” He said laughing. I, somehow, didn’t doubt him. “I called you to ask you a favor, if you don’t mind. Can you please book a room for me in every hotel you’re playing?” Kirk didn’t answer me. Silence was all I could hear. “Don’t tell me you’re coming here?” He asked a bit scared. “He has to sign the damn papers. I am staying until he signs it. Did you know he left me a note saying he hated me?” I was beginning to rant on the phone. “But Steph, you’re working.” He tried to convince me. “I have vacations, even some days from last year. Peter can fulfill for me. That is certainly not a problem. I won’t leave until James signs our divorce.” I said determined. “Oh God…I see nothing good coming out of this.” I could hear his despair. “Will you do that for me?” I asked in sweet tone. “Please.” “Promise me you won’t kill him.” He asked. I began to laugh. “ I promise.” I said. “Steph, I know that is none of my business but are you ready to see him?” His question made me think a bit. “Yes, it’s been almost two months. I can see him. I didn’t want to but he didn’t leave me an option. Where are you going to be in two days?” “New York.” He answered. “Good, book me a room please. In two days I’ll be in New York.” “Oh god help me!” He said. “I won’t even tell him you’re coming here. That’s between you two.” “Perfect.” I agreed. I hung up the phone determined to go after what I wanted. My divorce. And also determined to turn James’s life into hell for the time I was with them on tour. I would do anything to force him to sign the papers. |
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| cmania | January 31, 2012, 2:44 pm Post #224 |
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Frantic
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I don´t like the fact that she will have another family maybe :c and other husband and everything Ç.Ç c´monnnnnn sorry goof chapter she is fast has lighting XD |
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| Izzy | January 31, 2012, 4:41 pm Post #225 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Just read the seven or eight parts that I missed because I left the board for a week, it took me over two and a half hours to read them 'cause I'm a slooooow reader. ![]() Anyway, the divorce is getting ugly already and since this is just the beginning of the possible end of their marriage, it looks like it's going to get even uglyier. I personally don't want them to get divorced, since they were such a cute couple, but I can totally see why Steph wants the divorce, and wants it quick! James' addictions were getting out of hand and because of this it's been years of heartbreak for her, and now that James wrote those aggressive letters to her, I'm far from surprised that she's now going on tour to make sure that James signs those papers. But when she does see James face to face again, I do wonder how James is going to react, I don't know whether he will be as angry as he was when he wrote the letters, but my bet is that he will definitely refrain from signing the papers. I do hope they get back together though, but obviously, they've got a long way to go yet, if they even get back together for that matter.
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I need more!!!


8:38 PM Jul 10