After the Moron said "it was over" and took the Lil Pixie and left the room, I felt the most amazing thing. Relief. I felt as if the World had been taken off my shoulders, I felt lighter, and perhaps (though I didn't realize it at the time) I felt my world getting back on track.
The Moron had gone into the spare bedroom,and the rest of the day is a kind of blur. I know at one point I had put the Lil Pixie down for her nap (afterall, I was really the only one who fulfilled the parenting duties unless he was putting on a show, parading her around town tires, hungry and always inappropriately dressed).
At one point in the evening when the Lil Pixie was down for the night, I went into the spare bedroom. The Moron was in bed with a pen and a notebook. He had written on a piece of paper what was going to happen as a result of our breakup. He was to get the house, since he was paying for it. I was a grown woman, he said, so fully capable of taking care of myself, so no spousal support. And we would split the Lil Pixie down the middle, he would get her for a year, then me for a year, so there would be no need for child support.
Despite it being incredibly warped in logic, it was the most mature conversation we had ever had. The calm before the storm...