I’m not going to bore you with the details. Simply put, I met with my divorce lawyer today and was encouraged to accept an offer. From them. Its a paltry amount. I’m unsure if I will be able to afford medical aid, and I know for certain that I can’t buy myself a little flat. Not even in the worst part of town.
Looks like there’s no going to trial. No justice. I’m reeling.
So what’s the point really? All that effort and growth and courage to leave abuse, only to be bullied throughout the divorce process, and at the end of the day, they win. What the fuck?
I’ve done a Justin Timberlake and ‘cried me a river’. Then as soon as I blow my nose, I cry another river.
All I keep thinking is “I’m mentally ill and alone with very little finance ohmygod ohmygod I’m gonna end up on the street with a shopping cart”. You know those women. Very little lies between where I am now and some nice real estate under the bridge.
Great. All of the above, and now I can’t breathe through my nose.