Dear VNXH

[WellWhoKnew]

Dear VNXH,

I am pondering about pondersome things. What are you doing, I ponder?

The SHL is contemplating the latest bit of fuckwittery from a legaltastic viewpoint.

I merely remain navel gaze in a reflective sort of manner. My mind continually mulls over and over, in a ruminatory sort of manner.

I am pleased to report that fuck all has happened to day except I got on with some shit.

Woman, thoughtful.

Keep typing step away from the fizz

Either

1. she's so pissed she can't type (and no-one would blame her) or
2. she's not going to tell us and we'll have to buy the book

I wish dh was home early today, I feel I should be reading all this with in my hand, and I'm not sure that's a good idea when looking after dcs.

Where can I preorder the book! ;)

Congrats WWK

Or she and her legal team are discreetly burying the remains of Mr SW under the patio.

Terribly sorry all, but something alcoholic, mobile phone text messages, phone calls, and emails and a little bit of sunshine means...

I am letting down MN!

Ooooo you tease

Of course, you have RL friends (unlike Mr SW, who had to buy his friends) who have been genuinely supportive and deserve to be updated just as much as we do drat them. Sunshine is good. Don't overdo the alcohol until the story is told, though, please. Some of us will get quite ill if we have to wait until tomorrow for the final installment!

My productivity at work is down considerably, thanks to my new found obsession with the refresh button.

and at his pots and pans expenditure.

But I am back now. As myself, I have no reason to contact him. So I'll tell you about me.

And so, at the hideous hour of 2:30 this morning, yours truly, tucked herself into bed, not quite happy with the shenanigans of the weekend, but also facing the stark reality of my future.

Knowing that the legal system doesn't give a fuck.

Knowing what the 'blindside' meant following my meeting.

Knowing that also, that's what happened when he left: he crippled me.

Knowing that he also blindsided us at the FDA and got the utterly shocking decision to leapfrog the FDR.

Losing the FDR, means the only time I got to 'contribute fully' to the negotiations was lost to me.

Knowing that today, I would have to put up and shut up with GG's decision, and undoubtedly, GG would be obliged to accept the open offer: given it was, on paper, overly fair in my favour.

But neither use nor pan made of plastic to my future.

And so, I realised, very, very, very, slowly.

I knew what it was I had to do.

You see. Mr SW had planned an outcome, and it was only because there was something innate in me that said: nope.

Nope.

No more. No more I am just some silly little woman with a pretty little head.

No, today, is the day that them brains get utilised.

This is not happening the way he's planning it.

No, it can't all go his way. Even though, seemingly, it is 'fair'. Overly fair.

And no, something in me is so innate, that I surely can't be so bad a person that deserved this.

A victim of a callous legal system that doesn't give a shiny shit.

A victim of a 'man' who doesn't give a shiny shit.

And no, I know who I am, how I am, what I have done, what I have achieved. I know he got something out of that too.

And so this morning, I stood in the shower, and did the maths, over and over, and over in the steam on the plastic wall.

And found my solution.

I hope WWK is dancing around with her skirts over her head singing, to the tune of "Go West" by the Pet Shop Boys:

FUCK OFF Mr Snowey-Whitey
FUCK OFF Mr Snowey-Whitey
FUCK OFF Life is peaceful now
FUCK OFF In the open air
FUCK OFF It's my destiny
FUCK OFF Sun in wintertime
FUCK OFF I will do just fine
FUCK OFF Where the skies are blue
FUCK OFF this is what you're gonna do!

oops massive cross post - sorry!

I'm now singing fuck oooooffffff mr snowy white :-/

I am having an FDR.

And I don't care whether or not the legal system allows backtracking.

And I don't care what he thinks about that.

Because I know who I am, how I am, what I am, and what I need to walk away.

And so I drove to court. Timed to precision.

Only to find I arrived five minutes early.

So I drove on, and on.

To make sure I was late.

To make sure that when I walked in to my allocated room, my head was clear, and for the first time in the last 10 and and a half months, said:

So, here's what's going to happen.

On behalf of all those over using the refresh button at the moment...
O....M....G

I think I owe my boss a 1/2 day today!

I am going to accept his fair offer in entirety, however, there's just one small issue.

He's lying. And he continues to lie. And I can prove it.

I have no problem with him doing this - I'll let him do this. I accept that is how he is. It'll keep for another day.

But I have a problem because I can't move on. Not in the emotional sense, but in the practical sense.

You see - I have so many options ahead of me. His option keeps me confined.

And I've been trapped way too long.

Tell him, I said, to SHB, he needs to find a way to make his offer different, that enables me not only to pay my legal fees, but also give me enough money to move on. Not to the job that he's chosen for me, but to a life I have chosen for me.

Tell him, I won't sign his fair offer until shows some consideration for that.

I am NOT going back to what I used to do. I am only going back insofar it allows me to move forward.

I am going to negotiate with him out of court.

And he's going to, finally, wake up and smell the roses.

And so full of that bravado...

I discovered his barrister hadn't arrived at court!

FFS!

No kids, you can't have dinner, I'm refreshing

Can't log off and go home yet, still refreshing

I can't breath here WWK

OMG OMG OMG. I think I'm having palpitations. Where's the gin?

DS doesn't have to go to his activity until 6pm, a sandwich in the car will be fine, won't it?

WWW you are amazing. Don't feel you have to finish your story today.

So I went for a fag.

And rang MrsC.

And a couple of other people.

To let them know we were all pissed off with 'shs' merrily chatting away with her client. Given he's under oath and she's not supposed to be in the room with him.

And watched CC arrive. Very late.

And returned to the room to be told that GG had approved of CC's offer as 'most generous'.

Clearly she spoke to him before her client.

At which point, WWK said:

But it doesn't work for me.

At which point SHB was called to speak to GG.

And returned to imply that GG will hammer me if I don't accept this and insist on making use of his time.

And so I said: but it doesn't work for me.

And which point both SHL and SHB advocated for him.