Clearly, I am having difficulty putting to words the events of my delightful Fourth of July. After five days of pondering, my thoughts on DHs two Patriotic Hos are still a-jumble in my head. I'll have to set the whole thing aside for a bit until the mess straightens itself out.
Besides, I've had other, more exciting things to think about!
DH has made me a kind and exceedingly generous divorce offer. Really, I had my panties all wadded up in anticipation of a costly and bitter battle over the assets, but it was all for naught.
Had I known he possessed such a soft-hearted and giving streak, I would have never left to begin with. Boy was I wrong!
During his most recent visit, DH offered to keep the house and let me pay half the mortgage.
I know...I was shocked when I heard it too! And here I thought he would try to keep everything for himself.
I blush when I think of how harshly I judged him.
He wants to share the debt!
It's beyond anything I could have hoped for. Wow! I feel all lighthearted and fluffy from the burden that has been lifted from me.
DD and I will have to live in a little cardboard box under the overpass, but at least I'll know I got a fair settlement.
Until I realized...
That house was my birthday gift. And my Valentine's Day gift. And my Anniversary gift. And I'm pretty sure Easter, St. Patrick's Day, and at least one get-well gift were included in that, too.
I specifically recall, the year we bought the house, DH didn't buy me any gifts.
No cards. No dinners. Not even a sweet little nothing whispered in my ear. Heck, he didn't even come home on my birthday.
His excuse - the house was my gift. It was for me. He said so. Honest he did.
I shouldn't have to pay for my own gifts. How tacky would that be?
Ugh! Just when I thought there was progress being made, DH comes along and digs his hole a little bit deeper.
I wonder how much it will cost him for me to discuss this with my attorney?