Religious ferver has turned me into a chatty Kathy.
I was just sitting here with free floating anxiety trying to figure out why. Then it came to me.
On Monday I have to discuss the division of property with dave that my lawyer worked out ( for some reason his taking my Rolaids didn’t put a period on this as I’d hoped.)
It won’t be pleasant because the very fact that I have a lawyer pisses him off so. Whatever she suggests he quarrels with. He thinks getting a lawyer showed that I don’t trust him.
How silly of him. Why would his going steady with a piece of shit slut put a chink in the armor of our love?
Anyway I feel nauseated at the thought of this.
I’m so scared. I worry about not having the money to pay my bills. I worry about having to pick the right people to help me.
And I haven’t even begun to deal with the idea of being not part of a couple.
But for every negative moment there is a plus. Yesterday I was in the subway (the poor me is limiting cabs) and a cop held the metal door open for me so I didn’t have to use my metro card.
See what a friendly city New York is? Even the cops know when you’re at the end of your rope and they give you a hand up.