It went fine. X got 1/2 of what she wanted re: part of the proceeds of rental $ from tenant. I got all of what I wanted on two other issues.
I was centered, relaxed. Went there dressed up and looking great, just like in early DB, LRT days. Why? Just because.
X still looks matronly, drawn, tired, unattractive and unappealing. And, of course, came with her ever-present, surgically-attached teacup dog.
I was cordial, polite, nice, conversational. Moreso than I should have been with someone who abandoned her vows and bolted rather than repair, accused me of false, vile things along the way, and got my beloved stepchildren to suddenly, inexplicably cut me off.
But then again, I'm not done reading No More Mr. Nice Guy.
Thanks for asking. And thanks for your positive energy offered in the .alt. Outside, before going in, as I centered myself, I thought of your energy promise and tapped into it. True.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
