Time heals all wounds, they say...
Who are "they" anyway and what the hell do they know?
Regardless, things on the divorce front have progressed very well from a tactical perspective. We've come to agreement on a lot of outstanding items, in theory, and almost officially on paper. My husband had put together a settlement proposal that was an attempt at wrapping up the last of the details that would get us through to when our son begins to attend school. I am in agreement with 90% of it and am quite relieved to see has doesn't intend to suck the financial life out of me by wanting half of the money I saved for retirement while I was desperately trying to get him to save. We are in sort of a weird holding pattern since I have responded and recommended we parse out the agreed upon 90% and sign/file that portion while we try to work out the last 10%.
That was about a month ago. Normally, I would be pushing to get an answer through my attorney, however, I've since had to pay another whopping bill to retain her services which puts me about at about $12,000 so far in attorney fees, I'm going to wait it out. I am certain that my husband hasn't even come close to shelling out even 25% of this since I've been discussing things with my attorney since October of last year. Occasionally, I think about whether or not this was money well spent, but I quickly try to remember that I was very vulnerable, had a lot to lose and absolutely no support to get me through a very difficult time. If $12k was the price of my sanity, it's been worth every penny.
So the house has been on the market for a a little over a week. We've had two interested parties come look at it and another was scheduled for today, however they called and cancelled last night due to a work conflict. No reschedule. Boo.
Hey, if any of my zero readers are interested in my home, check it out here: My Home in Vermont
Not sure if it's because it's almost that time of the month or if it's because I have no other distracting drama going on, but I'm feeling incredibly sad today, I've cried twice at work. It just really bums me out that my husband either will not or is incapable of meeting my needs. Doesn't matter whether he wants to or not, history has proven it wont happen regardless of why. It's time to move on and find a way to get my needs met, all by myself.
