Ciao tutti! Today, I did away with the last remains of the divorce. I cancelled the umbrella liability policy that my H insisted that I have when we were trying to figure out how to split the cars. Regardless, of the cost $600 over two years, I think it was worth every penny to show my H that I was going to take care of my responsibilities and help him get his divorce.
Last night I sorted through my mail to find that H had affixed a sticky to the umbrella policy renewal that said he thought I should cancel it. I put up a bit of an argument that I could still wreck the car, wind up in a coma and leave him with thousands of dollars in liability. (He was not particularly amused that I was still using his line of argumentation on why I needed to get this ridiculous insurance in the first place.) He simply said, "That was different. We were getting a divorce. We're married now." So with my smug point having been made and reasonably deflected, I kissed him on the cheek and told him I would cancel it in the morning.
And so, I think my divorce is officially busted.
Last week, I asked our attorney if I could get the signed divorce papers. She thought it was reasonable that I'd want to keep the records, but seemed a little alarmed when I joked that I was thinking about scrapbooking them. I am thinking about scrapbooking them, in say 30 years, when it will be funny... not now.
