as far as the support question, much like in job hunt situations, give her a reasonable high to low range.
That was it in a nutshell, wasn't it? The familial division-of-labor was she did the books, I didn't, because she didn't trust me (or anyone other than the tax accountant) to do them.
So when, out of the clear blue, she demanded a number -- high, low, whereveryago -- I had absolutely no idea what anything cost. I could've said a million dollars a month -- and not have known if that was enough or not, so to speak.
I asked, in one of our rare lucid talks, that she prepare a spreadsheet for me with creditors, people we pay, income, outgo -- you know, a balance sheet -- and once I had that, I told her, in plain English, I would have the information I needed to "name my price."
Well. To quote that esteemed philosopher, Gomer Pyle, USMC: Surprise, surprise, surprise. She never delivered. No, I was just supposed to "know" and "name my price."
And now that The Mouthpiece is involved, of course, that's not going to happen.
