Today I received an email from the lawyer that some big thing was due by Thursday and we needed to get on the same page. That spouse was no longer going to have his check go to direct deposit since the 'divorce is going nowhere' and that there's enough money in the account to take care of things.
My first reaction was to swear, then go upstairs and brush my teeth and cry. I felt helpless, upset, along, angry. Off to do something physical.. constructive destruction. One rhodendron bush was so overgrown, probably 8' tall and just as wide. Whack whack whack with a loper? whose handle kept falling off.
I muttered and mumbled as I talked aloud, hacking the bush to some odd shape. His manuever is what most people go through much earlier in the process. His lawyer was keeping him in tow, showing some muscle with the money, but not putting us at risk.
The second bush wasn't much of a challenge, but by the third bush I was wondering why I just didn't get all this over with. What in the heck was I waiting for?
By now I was sweating and getting very proficient at keeping the falling handle on.
