Monday at Work

Crazy day! Monday, June 7. It was Syd's birthday and I had a retention conference with S's mom and the assistant principal right after school. About 20 minutes into the conference, you came into my room. You had shaved your head; we almost didn't recognize you. You put a letter on my desk and asked me to read it as soon as my conference ended.

When I read the letter, I didn't get it at first. It was written to the watch commander at our local police station. It started with my physical description. Then it went on to say you had changed the locks on the house. You alleged I had tried to kill you three times during our marriage and that you were afraid for your life. It also mentioned that you had handguns in the house. You gave the name and address of a friend of mine at whose home you thought I would be staying. Such fun news!!! I got to spend the next 7 hours on the phone with attorneys, doctors, friends, Carmi and Laura. Here's an interesting tidbit I learned. The P.A. at your oncologist's said, "Oh, yes, this chemo interferes with neurotransmitters and psych meds."

NO KIDDING!!! YA THINK???

I'd seen it coming. You were moving into full-blown mania. And you were going with gusto. You have your eye on the prize. Pay day is on the horizon. Cha - ching!! Cash in on the old Cash Cow.

This divorce is going downhill fast. You aren't getting your way for the first time in 22 years, and you are going to play dirty. I am not conceding to your schemes. You can't suck me back in because I am finished with you. Enough of the insanity, enough of the drama, enough of keeping your secrets and being ashamed of my life. It's over.

It took me two days and over $3000 in attorney's fees to get myself back in the house. And when the judge read my petition, he ordered you to move out and gave you two days to get rid of all of your firearms. My petition was the truth; yours was a pack of lies.

And now this blog will end. It is no longer about cancer and a difficult marriage. It's about divorce.