I write this blog as a way of getting through a difficult divorce with a difficult man who was the love of my life but turned out to be bipolar, self-absorbed and controlling. After being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he told me he had never stopped gambling, an addiction that had caused us a lot of pain in our earlier years. This led to me filing dissolution papers before he had a chance to run up any more debts against community property.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Arriving at Bill's
When we got to the desert Laura had to make a couple of payments on the Acura and then we had to go to the crematorium to pick up Bill. Laura had found some things I had never heard of. She got a beautiful white opalescent necklace in which there was a tiny compartment where the crematorium had placed a bit of Bill's ashes. She got a small blue cloisonne heart for me. The rest of Bill was in a beautiful brushed steel urn. She used good taste and discretion in her choices. The mortuary was kind and caring. Kyle said that instead of taking Bill's body away in a bag, they wrapped it in a quilt.
Then we went to Bill's place. This is where it started getting difficult for me. It wasn't the messiness. Bill was always pretty messy. It wasn't the nostalgia either. Despite having a great floor plan, lots of amenities and space, it was dark in there. Bill always liked to keep his places dark, but this was getting to me fast. It didn't look like he had made it a home. His furniture was randomly placed, I never did find his dresser, and he was using two plastic storage containers as night stands. Our couch was in front of a new TV, as was the hound end-tables and the lift recliner. Laura and Kyle's old dining set was in the dining area and there was a rocker recliner right smack dab in the middle of the kitchen. One bedroom was all boxes and another held a single bed and the empty box from his giant flatscreen. In the garage were the bulk of the boxes I had packed and sent to him as well as his Schwinn, his electric bike and a big fire-engine-red Kawasaki Ninja. Bill had always loved the power and speed of Japanese superbikes. One trip around the block and Kyle knew it was too much bike for him.
What to do with the motorcycle??? We found the bill of sale and accompanying loan papers. He bought the bike last July, and had financed the whole thing. What is paid off on it so far? What is it worth now? Will the dealership just take it back and write off the remainder of the loan?
Loan on the car, loan on the motorcycle, some credit card debt.....there are a lot of details that need tending.
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