Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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As we approach the closing date for our house sale, my wife's behaviour has become erratic again after months of relative calm. Rather than helping, she spends her time throwing up roadblocks every step of the way.
She refused to sign the Offer of Purchase after it had been vetted by the lawyers and signed by the other three parties, including me. At midnight, she phoned to say that she wouldn't sign it unless I guaranteed that we would remain married for another eight years. She wanted to remain on my work medical plan until I retired.
WTF! I wouldn't want to remain married to her for another 8 minutes, let alone 8 years!! I said, "Like....NO! We need to move on with our lives. I'm going through this bullshit for the next eight years."
Just as abruptly, she said that we need to get divorced ASAP and was demanding alimony payments until I retire. We had previously agreed to that anyway, since her income (after she retires in June 2012) will be about 1/3rd of mine. This is one of my moral and legal obligations to provide some equalization of our incomes; I accept that.
The other day, she phoned out of the blue and said she was refusing to sign the Transfer of Deed form, giving me full ownership of my waterfront home, reneging on a previous written agreement. We had an extremely heated discussion and in the end, she agreed to sign. Until she signs, my transfer to her of $140,000 will remain in the hands of the lawyers, forever, if need be..... the lawyer can keep the money forever, for all I care.
We have a two-hour mediation session with a lawyer on May 8th which should bring us to our final divorce agreement. I am holding out little hope that it will be that easy. She is in a mood to "do battle" over everything. If her erratic behaviour continues in our discussions before the mediation, I'm cancelling the whole thing.
Right now, it is all taking, taking, taking. "I want this, "I want that, I want, I want, I want...." The other day, my wife drove up to my house to fetch my daughter who was drying her hair. My wife said, "I want that towel." My daughter came into the house and said, "Mom is behaving like a three-year-old." I said, "Give her the towel; I can afford to get another Wal-Mart towel."
All the kids are fed up with her behaviour. My daughter said, "She doesn't have to take everything." I just want her to go away, to be out of my life forever.
My wife took the towel but tried to return it days later, probably out of guilt. I said, "Keep the fucking towel." Imagine that scene repeated hundreds of times, with items ranging in value from one dollar to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Tiresome!!
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