In 2002 the VT supreme court ruled that in Partitionship cases they REALLY prefer that one party or another be awarded the property, not have it sold to a third party.
The court would order some "commissioners" to inspect the property and see if there is any way it could be subdivided. (It couldn't)
Failing that, the commissioners will look for any compelling reason that one party should have it over the other.
The woodshop/barn would be prime example of why X should have the house. We built the woodshop specifically so X could have his father's woodworking tools, and start doing woodworking for a hobby.
It also became necessary storage space for us and the tenants. But the whole downstairs is the woodshop.
I have the woodshop at the school where I work and teach theatre whenever I have a home project or community theatre project to work on.
While we will both claim sweat equity, X has a lot more time/energy into fixing up the house, and he knows that I know it.
So my chances of getting the house are quite a bit less than 50/50. I would have to reframe my arguement about why I should get the house. Unfortunately, being a distraught, jilted, my-man-done-me-wrong woman doesn't cut it in the eyes of the law.
Had this convo with L while waiting at doc's office to get higher dose of anti-a. I am in pretty bad shape this past week. Cried a ton at the doc's office; what a drag. She did up my prescription, which hopefully will help.
This morning, before talking with L, I decided I should start the exercise of packing my things up in boxes. Just in case the unthinkable happens...I will have started, little by little, doing the most painful thing.
I would love to treat myself to those nice moving boxes! Rather than scrounging up icky grocery store boxes!
Came back from doc's; took some meds; lay on the floor (gee,what a productive day at work!) Decided to sell the bedroom furniture. In X's proposal, he generously ceeded me the bed set. What a great guy. Rather than trying to lug a huge painful memory to where-ever I might go, I would rather sell it. Buy a new bed when I get to where-ever I go. Guess I can sleep on my camp cot for a few months.
So I think I am trying to slowly back my way into contemplating the inevitable, and the awful.
I just wish I had a vision of new, happy, single life, the way that pearl posted in her early posts. I just see---single 45 year old woman, in a state crawling with women just like me--attractive, lots of hobbies, smart, good job, good community connections. There just ain't a lot of single men around here.
And then--assuming I start working with the worst case scenario--where to move to? what do do with my life?
Sigh.
Me: 44 Him: 42 Together: 23 years; never married Bomb: August 1, 2009 Affair since May 2009 Walk away; no conversation; no process
