It's hard to believe, but more that three years after Mr.Ex dumped me for the gal with the shoes, it seems that he and I have succeeded in dividing 2 of our joint assets. He signed. I signed. A document came back from the court with the marvelous phrase, "IT IS SO ORDERED." There's a date stamp and a judge's signature stamp.
Now show me the money.
And dare I say, it's time to get on with dividing the rest of it? NOW.
It's interesting to ponder how differently I might have felt about Mr. Ex if our division of joint assets had been handled without the foot-dragging and the dispensing of 50 grand in attorney's fees. I might have felt...oh..I dunno...like some year I could sing Auld Lang Syne while spilling some champagne on his pants and then let by-gones be by-gones. As it stands right now, I don't think I'm going to give Mr. Ex the lovely present I bought for him the day I got the email from my attorney notifying me that Mr. Ex was feeling somewhat cooperative.
The man who loves me and I have already dipped into it.
And we liked it.