A Little Leg Breaking Pays Off

We were still left with the unfinished business of the estranged husband who wanted to back out of the legally binding agreement. You could have colored me 'very unhappy'. In fact, you could have intensified the colors to 'finally pissed off'. Which I realized was a good thing. What had emerged as assertiveness with the whole process back in December had now morphed into completely-fed-up. What was that famous line from Network when everyone threw open their windows and screamed into the New York night sky? That's how I felt. I wasn't going to take it any more. Not. Any. More. So I didn't. I told my attorney I would NOT be doing any further negotiating with Bill. I said I wasn't afraid to go to trial. I was actually kind of looking forward to it. I said I would ask for sanctions against Bill, for the court to either make a decision for Bill or have a conservator assigned to him,and I also was going to enter into evidence the letter Bill wrote saying that if I didn't 'cooperate' with him in doing the divorce his way he'd be 'quite capable of running up legal fees'. I would then ask the court order 3/4 of my legal fees be taken out of his share of the settlement. My attorney typed this all up in a letter he sent out that Friday afternoon. On Monday morning I got the call saying Bill was going to sign the mediated settlement. Dang! As much as I don't like drama, I was sort of looking forward to going to trial.