Signing the Declaration of Independence
The chillest divorce continues, with a few misadventures
Not as exciting as stealing the Declaration of Independence, I know, with apologies to Dan Brown and Nic Cage (actually never apologizing to either of them; they can take it). Anyway, hello! And welcome to the latest installment of me trying to wrest my life back onto the tracks and do some writing.
Writing here, about all of it, actually is helping with that. Words are appearing in my brain and one of my books is starting to accumulate some new momentum in my brain, bits and pieces in the notes app.
Several people have commented on the swiftness of the process once it was a public thing. I’m not good at going slowly. We both want this behind us as soon as possible. It makes for some adventures.
Speaking of which, I’ve unlocked the last post (sorry for the cliffhanger break…okay, I’m not, honestly), so you can go read the whole thing. This one and many will stay behind the paywall because it just feels better right now, going through this vulnerable time. And before we launch into the fun/exciting/woes stuff, Mom is much improved and we’re hoping she’ll be moved to the rehabilitation hospital to finish antibiotic treatments and do some PT and we’re still heading toward spinal fusion surgery hopefully the sooner the better. She is much, much more herself. Which, whew, thanks for all your kind wishes and support every-which-where.
So…there are all sorts of interesting little tidbits to share this particular week, from my newly rearranged and dressed up office.
A friend mentioned that changing up the space for new memories and stepping into it as MY space would be a good idea. When this perfect red plush couch appeared on FB Marketplace for only a couple hundred bucks, I asked if I could pay a tad bit extra for delivery and it came the same day that C moved most of his things out. Most, but not all. (The trick to getting things, as taught to me by LWR Queen Lisa Haneberg, is to tell people on FB Marketplace you can pay cash.)
I decided to rearrange the office after I returned from the Shala Unbound Book Club at the Lexington Writer’s Room. So…late-ish. You know it all turned out okay in the end… But, first, it’s a metaphor.
Obviously, I could NOT let him arrive for the rest of his things and see that my desk had fallen apart. It was all very dramatic. I put on my divorce playlist and got to work. Then, of course, I divulged that this had happened — once I’d recovered and he’d admitted the office looked great. This was when we met at the lawyer’s office down the street to sign our uncontested divorce agreement.
Yes, it’s on its way to becoming official, sooner than later.
How did we find this lawyer? Well….
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