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The Thought Experiment that Showed Me the Truth
I left the courthouse last Friday with no ruling. We will likely not have a ruling for another month. The judge has a million little things to look at but nothing of significance, truly. We used to be the poorest people I knew. Now, we have been my lawyer’s most expensive poor people divorce ever. And I may never recover, financially.
Of course, my ex makes a solid 25K more now than when he moved out 2 years ago. Of course. It’s been a really long 2 years. Covid wiped out my business and it was in its baby stages even before.
The biggest immediate problem is this: I have no car. The car I drove during the marriage was the family car, the Prius. But it’s dead. It’s been dead since May, 3 months ago.
I have thought a lot about the fact that the court has decided not to force him to give me the title of the car. I cannot, of course, fix a car that is not mine. His name is on the loan. His name is on the title. But, it’s the car that I have been driving for years. The court has been aware of this situation since last November, when I was ordered to pay the entire monthly loan amount and insure the car. This…when its not my car. So I did.
The car has been giving us problems since it hit the 200K mark last Fall, but we kept it limping along until March, when the head gasket started to leak…
