It was a good run
Aug. 31st, 2014 11:22 amSo as of last night I am apparently no longer in a relationship. Luckily, I never did that relationship status thing on FaceBook or I'd have to change it and then I'd have some 'splainin to do.
It's all so horribly complicated, having to do with my ex-wife saying she needs money because she has no income and she's got no money for food and she's diabetic, oh and this conversation started while she was in a crisis center. And by the way, by the terms of our divorce decree the house was supposed to be sold when our youngest turned 18 and she gets half of the money (after selling expenses), so could she have some money against the overdue but eventual sale of the house?
There follow hard words over the sudden and complicating manner of this completely legal request and conversations with lawyers, but of course, I do have to comply. The only questions being "how much constitutes half?" and "lump sum or monthly payments?"
Now due to various issues having to do with the manner in which my ex left the family and her relations with various family members since then, the general feeling has been that she deserves nothing since she never contributed in any way once she left. Not to paying off the house, not to supporting the kids, nothing.
So within the provisions of the decree, I have a little bit of wiggle room. But not a lot. And I have no interest in paying a lawyer to fight the issue if she's ready to permit me some of that wiggle.
My significant other, however, feels that 1: I am too close to my ex and not really "over her", 2: that I am letting the ex walk all over me and 3: that if I valued SO's opinion as I have claimed, I would have discussed it with her before reaching an agreement with the Ex.
So there is my last three weeks in a nutshell. After almost fourteen months of going from strangers to lovers to planning (vaguely) a life together and countless wonderful times together with lots of plans for ways to fill our lives, I'm alone again.
Well, not completely alone. I have family and friends to love and support me. But no one to share myself with. I had missed it before I met her, and now I miss it already. Retirement looks a lot less attractive today.
It's all so horribly complicated, having to do with my ex-wife saying she needs money because she has no income and she's got no money for food and she's diabetic, oh and this conversation started while she was in a crisis center. And by the way, by the terms of our divorce decree the house was supposed to be sold when our youngest turned 18 and she gets half of the money (after selling expenses), so could she have some money against the overdue but eventual sale of the house?
There follow hard words over the sudden and complicating manner of this completely legal request and conversations with lawyers, but of course, I do have to comply. The only questions being "how much constitutes half?" and "lump sum or monthly payments?"
Now due to various issues having to do with the manner in which my ex left the family and her relations with various family members since then, the general feeling has been that she deserves nothing since she never contributed in any way once she left. Not to paying off the house, not to supporting the kids, nothing.
So within the provisions of the decree, I have a little bit of wiggle room. But not a lot. And I have no interest in paying a lawyer to fight the issue if she's ready to permit me some of that wiggle.
My significant other, however, feels that 1: I am too close to my ex and not really "over her", 2: that I am letting the ex walk all over me and 3: that if I valued SO's opinion as I have claimed, I would have discussed it with her before reaching an agreement with the Ex.
So there is my last three weeks in a nutshell. After almost fourteen months of going from strangers to lovers to planning (vaguely) a life together and countless wonderful times together with lots of plans for ways to fill our lives, I'm alone again.
Well, not completely alone. I have family and friends to love and support me. But no one to share myself with. I had missed it before I met her, and now I miss it already. Retirement looks a lot less attractive today.