Just to update on other things in my life (code word for d-i-v-o-r-c-e), there was supposed to be a big meeting of the lawyers last Thursday. Supposed to be. Mark’s lawyer cancelled at the last minute. What a surprise.
I have to say that was a bad day for me. At one point during the evening, I closed myself off in my bedroom, beat a pillow against the wall and yelled “*ucker” at the top of my lungs over and over.
How much more clear can I be here: I just want this over with. As soon as possible. Now that it’s inevitable, I want it ended and Mark’s lawyer — and Mark’s incredible passivity in just letting his lawyer call the shots — is making it difficult to finish it all.
At this point, it’s clear no meeting will happen before Christmas, and I highly doubt anything will happen before the new year. So…it just goes on and on. I wonder if I’ll be divorced by spring…