I met with an attorney yesterday. I feel like I’m cheating. My soon-to-be-ex ( from here on to be referred to as STBE) doesn’t know I am seeing a lawyer about our divorce. He keeps expressing the phrase “we don’t need lawyers taking all our hard earned money over this. We can iron it out ourselves“. (hear his Brooklyn accent)
The thing is, he gave me this ludicrous financial proposal that basically says he gets to keep everything of value except the house, which I then cannot afford to keep because it’s horrificly expensive to maintain, and then if I sell it he gets 10% of the sale price!! Which would pretty much reimburse him for any monies he may have to pay in alimony.
I always thought alimony was for bullshit, slug-ass , money grubbing gold-diggers but I have a whole new appreciation for women who get it.
For thirty years I seriously supported my STBE in every business venture his cackamamie-ness could come up with. He wanted to be a dairy-freakin’-farmer? I learned how to milk cows and do artificial insemination. He wanted to move the cutlery rental business to town? I renovated the new building for him and put in 50 hours a week to get it off the ground while he did deliveries. He wanted to drive to Minneapolis with his 1934 classic car to a fancy car show? I ran things and took care of the kids while he took home trophies for owning an expensive automobile. I also did all the housework and 90% of the yard work. Occasionally, if he wasn’t too busy with his antique car clubs he would sit on the lawn tractor and mow something. I cooked every meal, washed every dish and every bit of laundry , and made sure his daughters got into college without getting pregnant along the way.
I sound bitter. I try not to do that. I was doing pretty well until recently.
I got tired. He got tired. He moved out. He moved in with his girlfriend. They bought a house together.
I want my half. I don’t want to wonder when I am 70-years-old whether I have enough food for the week. I don’t want to have to move in with my daughter to make it through the winter without freezing to death. I want half. No more, no less.
He wants to “give ” me what amounts to a pittance.
My attorney took one look at the financial proposal my STBE handed me and he LAUGHED! I think I love this guy.
It’s so great to have an advocate to say the things I dont have the ovaries to say to said STBE!