What an evening. I met H face to face this afternoon when he was dropping daughter off. I didn't want to have him drive away without saying my piece. How he had to text me he was filing, not in person, or even by phone call. Mind you, he's been addicted to the ease of texting for years and conducted his affairs that way.
We "talked" for an hour. He doesn't say much and is defensive. He wants our daughter protected from nastiness and his bank account protected from me. Because, before he left, I checked the mail and there is the filed petition from his attorney!
Have had time to review the paperwork. He's only willing to provide me support for 14 years (age 65) until My Golden Years! He is so good at telling me what he thinks I want to hear when he is with me, and then is underhanded. The next 2 years are written down as he has wished to proceed. I get no say. I have no control. He made a veiled threat that he won't be "as generous as the courts" if I drag this through expensive lawyers.
I know not to believe what he says. Which is why I'm up at this ungodly hour. He wants to be friends. Why can't he realize we had something beautiful?
I'm tired of the lies and yet they are just beginning. I thought I saw a glimmer of possibility until I actually read his petition. His attorney seems inexperienced, but I don't know for sure. Who came up with this lovely settlement, and the decision to sell the house and split the difference, and to he!1 with me after he retires.
Even child support seems flimsy. He had promised her the world. Now she has a broken shell.
