I was surprised at the outcry over my offer for compromise. Friends didn't like it. Blog readers I haven't met in person didn't like it. I let their comments roll off of me for a day or two. They don't understand the finer points of all this, I thought. I'm going to do it anyway.Then today. The money I had hoped to take from the joint checking accounts isn't all there. The money I thought we could split 50-50 from an investment account isn't all there. A huge chunk disappeared 7 weeks before he left me. Another chunk was moved yesterday.
I've rescinded my offer.
photo credit: Sean Kelly
3 comments:
A chunk was moved YESTERDAY? Aaaaagh. I say we go to the kneecap plan. I fucking hate him.
I love you, peanut. I'm so sorry you're going through this. xoxo
What a miserable git he is !
That would be it for me. Any bit of compromise would be out now and I would be sharpening up my legal ginsu knives!
Sounds like a posse. I'm in.
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