Lance, Rule #3 may be no expectations, but I know my H. I got a call from the insurance company this morning saying he had called and cancelled my truck off of the insurance. He left the house on his auto-draft, moved his truck and the trailer, and pulled my truck off completely.
I called my lawyer to make an appt., then called back because I thought if this was all he did, I could take it. When I called back to cancel, the secretary told me that his L had pushed for a court date, and my L had done his job, getting it set for November 17th, one day after our 20th anniversery.
I should be overjoyed. We go to court. He looks like an a@@, I get everything I want except . . . .I don't want a divorce. My kids don't understand. My friends don't understand. I understand why they don't understand.
In short, if he'd do the work, drop the alcohol and seek psychological help, I'd take him back in a New York Minute. I know there are still 86 days between now and then and anything can happen. Just feel sad that after 20 years this is where it ends up. I really expected to grow old with this man, to be buried next to this man for eternity. Now I guess I can be cremated and slipped into his Rum & Coke.
