I swear, I didn't believe it (even from people who were separated), but when H did move out, it was amazing. I had peace. Calm. Serenity. Sure, it sucks, I miss him. The OLD him. I was ready for space from the NEW him. Its actually claustrophobic in our house when he is there now. I find myself NOT wanting him to stop by, when I used to be the pathetic puppy dog, waiting at the door for him. Silver linings, big time. I go to bed at night, and have no concern what time he'll be home, will I hear the garage door, is he (ugh) driving drunk? These things are distanced from me now, and I sleep much better. I say to myself "Leave the crazy to him...."
Good idea about the attorney. Chances are the 'hidden' loan isn't anything big, but nothing wrong with protecting yourself.
