Went to look at three houses. My timber-framer friend--the one who suggested building me an adorable little bungalow in the tear-down--went with me.
The first, a duplex, actually wasn't so bad. Not as terrible as I thought it would be.
The tear down is just a junk pile. Needs a wrecker, so only there really to assess the area. I started to cry. And my friend stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. And I couldn't believe how good that felt. That I haven't been touched in 7 months. This guy is a great friend, we have hiked, and rockclimbed, and swum--always friends, nothing more--and his hands on my shoulders were so warm and comforting.
The third house was really fabulous. Great shape, cute, but on the wrong end of town--traffic, trucks, semi-commercial developement.
Then back to the house to get the moving-cost assessment.
Then wept for awhile. Roomie came down and we talked about my sitch for the first time.
Then to the lawyers. You know you are in rough shape when your L looks at you and says: is the therapy helping at all??! But she helped me look at the path forward again. Was a little less negative about my chances in court. But still the best option is to settle outside of court.
She helped with two tasks: To write an email tonight (soon!) saying: I don't have an answer to your proposal to buy me out yet. I will by March 3rd (this so I can get thru town meeting without him being mad that I haven't responded to his Feb 28th deadline, OR responded with "hell no! I'll buy you out!" And then she wrote out the brief note I will send him with: I offer to buy you out.
And then work for a few hours.
And then crying with The Work facilitator for an hour.
Even my weight-lifting workout wasn't very satisfying this morning.
And no-one has offered to posse up with me for Town Meeting.
What a day! And I still have to write that first email to X.
