Miss Maggie

I had an epiphany today. I don't love him any more!

It could have something to do with this new girl, but I think she's serving as more of a wake-up call than any kind of catalyst.

This updated version of Trenton has been cleared of the Maggie bug found in the last release. It no longer crashes on startup or at the mention of going out for coffee or having a conversation.
While the underlying architecture of Trenton is among the most elegant in the industry, the interface is challenging at best, even for the experienced user. It has no built-in help manual. Some tips from the experts:

1. Trying to run more than one operation at once will cause it to crash.
2. It will not prompt you for input. Be aware that it is what you make it, and cannot be expected to function at its optimum level without a skilled and experienced user.
3. Support from the manufacturer is not forthcoming: in fact, He has not issued an authoritative user manual for anything released since AD 0.
4. Even though the Maggie bug has been eliminated, it is sometimes a little slow on startup. Give it most of the morning.
5. It will occupy most of your available memory. Do not attempt to run multiple programs while Trenton is in the background.
6. When it enters a recursive loop, shut it down and let it rest for a while.
7. It is very stable while running its intended processes, and should not be interrupted.

The advantages of using this program include its remarkable stability, unique processing capabilities, and surprising entertainment elements.
You should now be ready to start getting the most out of the fascinating and challenging Trentonadams!

I can't believe I'm sitting here writing in a live journal! Somehow,though, it's compelling. Discovering my inner narcissist?
I filed for divorce yesterday. It took me 5.5 years to realize that Trenton and I are terrible for one another. I wish I could fall in love with someone who was in some way emotionally available to me. I hope he falls in love with someone who doesn't drive him mad. I told Ephrat I had been grieving for him for a long time, and I think she understood. I still feel like an amputee, though.
I wonder if I'm impossible or just difficult to live with...and why I can't see or not see what other people see or don't see in me. Am I utterly amazing or a non-entity? Do I have to be one or the other? If anyone ever feels inclined to try and see me for who I am, go right ahead. I'm tired of being told I don't have any self-esteem. I know I intimidate people so I try to play it low, but to be honest, the only reason I can tolerate you is that I have so much self-esteem that it doesn't hurt me unbearably to be treated like a freak of nature, or an inconvenience, or a stuffed toy. It hurts some. It hurts that you don't love me when I'm not what you expect me to be, and that you can't live with me when I am.
My next major emotional commitment is going to be an Akita puppy. They eat less, smell better, make less mess, and communicate better than any man I've ever known. And Akitas are one person dogs. It would be nice for another living thing to love me, and not who I'm supposed to be. It would be nice not to be interchangeable with any other moderately attractive, intelligent woman. It would be nice not to be some kind of second-string fall-back. Wish me luck.

Trenton is a much better ex-husband than husband. Kind of like Jimmy Carter. You know, if I ever fall in love again, it's going to be with someone I'm special to. It's tiring being a vehicle for people's personal fantasies. Marilyn Monroe committed suicide over that sort of thing. Not that I'm an icon of sex and beauty, or that I'd kill myself, but I really feel for her.

I've decided it's time to join the lemmings and get a live journal. I'm not sure I expect anyone to read it. I remember when one of my dearest friends started one our freshman year of college. I read the first two posts (sorry A).
I filed for divorce today. I get my life back as of April 1 (hmm. coincidence?). Congratulate me.