Letters to Fred: Divorce

Sorry I didn't get back to you about the weekend after thanksgiving. I've been real busy and doing pretty well until the day before yesterday when I got this message.

Hi there-

Just a heads up, I started the process for getting a divorce recently. It's really time for me to move on. I found a reasonably priced lawyer in El Cerrito who will be sending you some papers this week. I'm not real clear on what the whole process is, this is just the beginning paperwork stuff, so we can meet with the lawyer to talk about things if you want.

C-



The idea of divorce is not a shocker to me, it's the suddenness, again. She has made no mention of lawyers or filing when we talked.

The only thing I am truly concerned about at this point is the health insurance. Once we are divorced, the insurance company is no longer legally obligated to supply me with insurance. And, since the high costs of monthly meds and a psychiatrist visit alone are more than one thousand dollars, I find it hard to believe they will, from some warm overriding attack of altruism, you know, the kind that scampers up your spine, cuddles your brain like fluffy rabbits and prevents you from stepping on an itty-bitty spider when you could just as easily have crushed it walking blindly on your way to attend to whatever non-spider related business it is you do since spiders are not part of the generation of finance in the ordinary course of a life, even-though the world would grind to a halt with their disappearance it is, after all, unethical, immoral, and just plain wrong to care about fluffy rabbits and itty-bitty spiders during business hours when you could just drop the whole matter and get back to important things like surfing the web for candid pictures of female celebrities without panties, male celebrities with them, and the all elusive moment in barrack obama's acceptance speech where you were so certain he'd said that he would personally insure that your house, the one you agreed to pay way too much for but never noticed having done so until the ballon payments kicked in, was the very house that would never go into foreclosure.

Yikers!

So.... I'm a bit down in the dumps. I made an extra appointment to see my therapist this week. I'd love to set up another weekend to come out to merced, but I know I wouldn't refrain from drinking (I almost did on my own yesterday) and drinking right now could easily become a very unhealthy thing for me to do at the moment.

-mark