Heartbreak Arrives by Mail

I had another conversation with my lawyer to go over the divorce filings. The lawyer is as confused about the filings as I am, and they are not entirely certain what my spouse is really after. According to my lawyer, there is little to no way my spouse will be awarded payment for legal fees, nor short term maintenance (alamony).

Curiuously, they felt that the “long distance travel expenses” was a complete error since that is related to divorce with children and is issued as part of a parenting plan involving visitation rights. I.e. I would be responsible for flying my child around whenever it was my weekend to see them. Further more, the college/post-secondary education requests are apparently only valid as a way to get me to pay for “part” of the education, and only if our child had a disability. Some portion would be expected to be paid for by my spouse. In either case there would need to be evidence presented that our child was actively enrolled in school and how much their tuition would be. One can’t simply add stuff like this to a filing in order to perform profit taking.

I don’t actually think we talked about the tax filings…

Interstingly, I was not fully served all the papers, not certain who dropped the ball here, but the county automatically triggered a Temporary Restraining Order against both my spouse and myself in order to enforce some basic rules of ettiquette on how we should both behave during the divorce. What I found most interesting is that my spouse has broken, litterately, every rule. I suppose it was better that they did this before they filed for divorce. Still, I feel it highlights what is considered reasonable behavior in these situations, and what is not.

That evening a package arrived address to our youngest. It was quite heavy and out of curiosity I opened it. A fresh wave of heartbreak washed over me as I stared at the class ring and supplies our child had order for graduation. They had spent so long going over everything. Engravings, stones, styles, all of it. They were so looking forward to it all. We were looking forward to it all.

Will the hurting ever end…