the ink is dry on our newly signed and notarized separation agreement. i had an uneasy feeling about all of this since we finalized this document, worrying if i’d get the short end of the stick if the house didn’t sell, so i had legal eyes review it for my peace of mind.
The lawyer i consulted said it looked great (based mostly on snippets of things j culled from the net) and that he didn’t need to do anything, which saved me a small grip “but that’ll be $100 for a consulting fee’ which i didn’t mind.
this frickin house needs to be sold. i guess it’s the weight of the house.
i do not want to see my size 13s shriveling up in a rotting curl under the foundation.
that’s what’s got me in this anxious mood, that and sitting here thinking about all the people who I’ve let get over on me in the last year, that’s not healthy (i fault the fairness trait in my libra genes). i popped one of those anti anxiety pills the doctor game me for an attitude check, because I snapped at one of the people on my list for what would appear to them to come from out of left field.
man i was right as rain. a little wobbly, but hopefully not nay step closer to rehab.