The drama with the 'rents may be coming to an end. A lot faster than my father may want it to. His disappearing act for the next week lead my mother to do a little investigating. Turns out he was with the other woman. On a trip out of the country.

Talk about the straw that finally (after about four years of this back and forth crap) broke the camel's back.

She's calling a lawyer today about starting divorce proceedings. Both my sister and I have left messages on his voice mail stating essentially that he better be ready to deal with the ramifications of what he's done. As far as I'm concerned he's cut out of my life. I'm a big girl now and I can take care of myself. I don't need him anymore. My sister's message was almost the same. Only with her, she made comment about future grandchildren. I don't know.

When this whole thing started, I used to get every little thing he did or said upset me. Now I don't even listen. He's told one too many lies and not followed through on promises one too many times. The focus is now on my mom. Helping her move on. She's only ever really known life as a married woman. They were married when she was 22. She's now 53. There was never a point in her life where she lived alone. I don't doubt she can handle it, but I know it's going to be hard going at the beginning. We'll manage though. And she'll have the dog.

So that's the deal. Merry f***ing Christams, huh?

Well, at least I have one less person to buy for.