Okay guys, slap me with a 2 x 4. Today was another crazy day at work. Our office manager passed out at a school function last night and has been in ICU ever since. Had some sort of seizure. When she came to, she couldn't pronouce but one word at a time, and she's 46. We're short handed all way around, and H kept phoning and emailing me. Going from mad dog to sweet kitty. Offering me everything & nothing. I lost it with him and wrote him the following:
Look, you talk about not having a home to go to. You left the one you had of your own volition. Both our daughters are in pain and I have to help them, much less deal with my own. You ask me what I want in terms of settlement. Something I can't even think about now. Fine. Here's what I want. I want this divorce to go through on March 4th, 2011, the anniversery of the day you kicked me to the curb. I want this house quit-claimed to me for what is owed on it to Chase and 1/2 of the equity loan at USAA. i want the pain to go away. I want 1/2 your retirement. I want $300.00 week maintenence until I remarry. I want the pain to go away. I want to stay on your life insurance policy. I want the 05 Ford. I want the pain to go away. If this settlement is agreeable to you, I will sign your damn paper.
I calmed down when he finally quit harassing me, and know the best thing would have been to ignore him, so go ahead and let me have it.
