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judgment.
2015-06-07 @ 10:10 p.m.
i started writing a few times and i guess i never posted them? some things were kinda major, i don't know why i didn't add them ... boy and i seem finally on the same page about life and the future, and for now, we're surviving well. he's working day and night, staying away often, but it's honestly been kind of nice, me out of the house, him not home for half of the week. then we are home together a couple nights a week. it sucks, and i miss him, but i don't miss the wound-up-ness and the high stress and the attitude. when he's overworked, it's better for him to be away from home. then he appreciates what is here when he returns. so i need a code name for my employer, and i think i'll call him mr. able, which makes sense to me. he is just a blast to work with. we think very much alike, and though i'm sure i've said before that i know there are two sides to every story, i really believe in this guy's cause. i mean, i get it. wives try to clean out their exes all the time, and they can, because courts strongly favor the women. it's just what it is, almost everywhere. but this guy got fucked by his lawyer. she saw that this was blowing up into something long, ugly, and annoying, and started slacking off. ex-wife's attorney retires and this case is handed off to someone else in the firm who is incredibly bitter, arrogant, and who can smell the blood in the air. ex wife is telling this guy that mr. able is hiding millions in assets from her, so he goes all out, thinking that mr. able is too stupid and too foreign to know that he has rights. it's really disgusting behavior on everyone's parts, and it makes me really upset to think how many other people are in court, english their second language, trying to defend themselves against this expensive steamroller. what can you do? i say all the time to mr. able, how could you possibly do this if you weren't educated? if you didn't have the time or the resources to spend all day, like we do, interpreting this legalese and racing to meet the deadlines? it's so wrong. but anyway, i wasn't writing about that. what i really wanted to write about was friday, when i was sitting and typing up this long complex document, mr. able says, "you gonna be okay for 10-20 minutes? i'm going to take a nap." and i was like ... okay? so he goes over to the couch, covers his entire body with this blanket (face too, hilariously), and immediately falls asleep! i'm talking like 30 seconds max of dad noises, then the man is sawing logs like a champ. almost exactly 20 minutes later, he suddenly pops up from the couch and comes back and sits down at the work desk like okay, where were we. i don't know. i really enjoy his comfort level with a complete stranger. he's just like okay, here's my house, here are the intimate details of my life. you seem cool. anyway. i have to go type up some documents. we have an appeal that must be filed by this friday and a bunch of motions to go with it. i should get a paralegal certificate so i can go legit, because honestly, i kinda like it. |