Have You Heard?

So, I kinda want to try something. I realize it may sound a little strange, and given the subject matter, it may even sound a little morbid.

I think I may want to write about the death of my marriage.

I guess it would be more specifically about the process than the actual death.

Most of you already know this has begun. And a lot of you have wondered why I stuck around this long!

Eric and I have been out of "the house" since May 30, 2010. And, figuratively speaking, neither of us has looked back. We've been enjoying a wonderful summer with my family. And I've been enjoying the built-in siblings for Eric without the pain of labor.

I officially filed for divorce June 24. Huh, that's exactly one month ago. The "announcement" was in the July 4th newspaper. Someone must've known it was worth celebrating.

*Please Note: I do not plan on curbing my sense of humor for the sake of the topic. It's as much a target as anything else. So deal with it, or you may show up in my next post.

For whatever {shady} reason, Levi's attorney's office did not present him with the papers until earlier this week -- like the 19th or 20th. So the weeks that had passed that contained my hope of a 20-day ruling, evaporated.

*looks upward* Must've been a reason for that, right??

I received Levi's "countercomplaint" yesterday (Friday). There were a lot of big words, even for me. If I understand correctly, he wants me to learn Italian and wants joint custody of the decorative star on the living room wall.

It included a set of interrogatories (was the word "questions" too understandable to qualify for legal terminology?) for me to answer. Mostly about possessions, debt, and possession of debt. Oh, and I also have to list any witnesses I plan on calling if this all goes to trial. I seriously hope I haven't burned any bridges with the local bartenders. . .