Yesterday, my wife and I met at our lawyer's office to finalize the sale of our home. Given her past history of being oppositional, I fully expected her to throw up yet another road block and refuse to sign. I was dreading the meeting all week.
It was EXTREMELY tense as my wife sat there grim-faced, on the edge of being emotionally distraught, giving one-word answers to the lawyer with the occasional jab at me. The lawyer, a dear man in his 70s, attempted to thaw the ice with small talk while his staff tiptoed in and out, eyes averted.
It was difficult for everyone, as though some poison emanating from my wife was spreading throughout the room. You could just taste her bitterness and anger. But in the end, she signed. so we will be receiving several hundred thousand dollars on Monday. Woo-hoo!!
In the past month, I've experienced a severe "cash flow" problem with my credit card maxed out and about ten dollars in my back account. It will be nice to have some relief from that but I will still have to be extremely frugal for the next seven years as I alimony to my wife. On the plus side, being broke makes it real easy to say, "NO!!!" to the Girl Guide cookie-pushers (and others) who come to the door. I literally had no money to give them.
Although the waterfront home will be in my name alone, as long as we are married it will be considered a "joint asset" as long as we are still married. He said, "You have to agree to sign the waiver and let _____ have the house. It's the only way you can all move forward." She nodded but didn't say anything.
Another step forward.
In the meantime, it is very early Saturday morning and in a few hours, my three kids, parents and I will complete the move. I've been working steadily towards this since last August and the "move out" day is nearly here... exciting!!!