To give an update on the latest with the sitch, I apparently had a visitor at work today ... someone trying to serve me the papers. I wasn't aware anyone had stopped. W e-mailed me and said I left her no other choice but to have me served at work, but apparently I had refused to come down to the desk and sign for them. They must have tried to call me and did not get through to my extension.
W threatened to have me served in front of my children if I did not allow myself to be served by the end of this week. Not sure what's so significant about getting them to me before week's end unless it's her own deadline that she set. She told me it would be on my conscience if I let my children see that.
I finally had to tell her that I love her and am not giving up. Her reply was she has been unhappy for several years and to please let her go so we can both find happiness again.
I'm still determined to avoid being served for as long as I can hold this out. The "I don't want to hurt you" and "I'm sorry" business is too high-schoolish to me. This is a marriage. A life-long commitment ... not a couple of high-school sweethearts.
