Low and behold, there is ice water in Hell. XH contacted me and wanted to know if I would consider going ahead and 'putting the pace on the auction block, as we both know it isn't going to sell', to "get this shizbot over with"
I reminded him that the shizbot, as he so eloquently put it, was the last 20 years of my life. And to consider that his part of my half of nothing was nothing. He then asked about the taxes. I told him I had my half, but they wouldn't accept just half. Did he offer his half. Nope. New wifey must be doing something on Thursday night's between 9 and 10 p.m., as that is when he emails me.
I didn't respond combatively, just honestly. As my oldest D puts it, I'm still having to spell out the details for him to understand.
