The good news, we’re still friends because we want to be, not that we’re forced to as other former couples due to childcare or real estate. Even then, I think some animosity remains in those situations. I wouldn’t really know personally. I’ve been very fortunate to also have friends who are doing fine with their exes, no vendettas a la Heard v. Depp. Gotta’ admit it was fun learning what a ‘grumpy’ was during the cross examinations while imagining her, a somewhat pretty woman leaving a deuce in their bed. Gross and hilarious! I can’t believe an R-rated comedy hasn’t done this. Biohazard maybe? It’s Always Sunny in Philly had a field day with the premise “Who Pooped the Bed?”
So what you already asked? Where are you going? Right. The divorce between Somara and me is 100% final due to her finally receiving the last chunk of money I owed her. When the ink dried on the paperwork for refinancing the house to my name only again, I gave her a check for $10 grand on the spot with a promise of another $20 grand. Given how long COVID-19 dragged on, short of winning the lottery, there was no way in Hell I could pony up even a quarter of it for I also got saddled with the IRS bill for ’18. The compromise was to give up another chunk of my 401k, but $25 grand as the extra five compensated for my lack of cash. We both agreed in writing and you’d think, problem solved. Nope, it dragged on for another three years thanks to lazy Texas judges, the stereotype of Boss Hogg isn’t a fiction outside Travis County, and then our 401k handler. Not sure why the 401k people cared, we work for the same employer and have the exact same “broker.”
It’s over and we both feel relieved. Me especially. I didn’t want Somara to have the feeling I was dragging my ass. Quite the opposite. Now with what was called the QDRO behind me, it’s just in time to borrow against, again, to fix up some things around the house as per Jennifer. Why not? The previous five gees I borrowed to shore up the foundation in 2020 is nearly done.