Today was the big sign off. I was in a pissy mood, and I didn’t bother to even try to hide it. I’ve been thinking about this all week. I’ve spoken to different people online, friends, co-workers… I haven’t found a single person who agrees with the way things are. Not completely, anyway. So I sat there at that table with obvious disgust on my face, and signed my life away. Then I left.
I had forgotten that my ex has a lawyer, so she was taking the paperwork over to see her. I wanted to say “I can’t afford one.. but I’m pretty sure that I’ve paid for yours, so could you put in a good word for me?” but I thought that might be a little too bitter, even for me. So now I just sit back and wait for those papers to be served to me. I’m not a big fan of that “served” word. Actually, I’ve found that I’m not really a big fan of much of this process.
Yes, that’s a lemon.