Thursday, October 02, 2008

The Wrong Way to Find More Time on Your Hands

It's 2:45 am.
And I am up blogging, not out of the desire to write but because I don't know what else I can do in my current state of agony....cause sleep is just not going to happen. Word of advice, if you are at Applebee's and you decide to try something new, do not and I really mean DO NOT try their Frito Chili Cheeseburger. Not only is it a mediocre tasting burger but it will give you the worst gas of your life. The kind of gas that makes you wish that you were having the heart attack instead and is completely immune to whatever treatment you throw at it.

So now seems as good as a time as any to write about the divorce hearing that I had today...well I guess now it was yesterday. I had two scenarios in mind: best case, that the judge would feel really sorry for me, decide that I had done enough in order to summon Mr.3, and let me file the paperwork; and worst case, I was going to have to publish the summons in a national newspaper for four weeks. The ruling was somewhere in-between. She will let the summons on the blog count for partial notification and then I have to put an ad in a local cheapie paper for 3 weeks. Of course the cost of the "least expensive" option is still going to be $130 that I will have to pre-pay. So we are looking at a mid-November for the divorce to be finalized...that is if we don't run into any more "hiccups" in the process.

I did cry in the courtroom, and I shook the whole time I as up at the podium. But I got the story out and now more of the Mr.3 saga is part of the court record. In fact after the judge left the chambers the bailiff came up to me to ask some questions about the case. It was sorta touching to see how upset he was that no one has been able to find Mr.3 to bring him to court.

The subject of Mr.3 being in jail has been a frequent one talked about in my house this week. Apparently, in one of the last times that my Dad had some one on one time with Mr.3, he talked about his experiences in jail in the Fall of 2006. My Dad said that it might have been the only genuine thing that he ever talked about. I still have all the letters that he wrote while in jail, and he wrote at length on how he hated incarceration. No matter how much we would all like him to answer for his wrongs, I think that the absolute last thing that Mr.3 would do would be to let himself me caught and taken in.

I must say that I find it really odd to be talking about Mr.3's discomfort with jail while dealing with my own personal discomfort with this gas. Seriously, I hurt all over.... and I am so tired. That is what is worse, I'm tired and in too much pain to sleep.

I'm gonna go and try to continue to burp and fart until this agony is over....I hope that everyone else can manage to get an extra 15-20 minutes of sleep so that they can give it to me later.


Kathy101110 said...

I don't see why Utah is being so stupid over the divorce. There are so many reasons to grant you the divorce (abandonment, adultry, fraud) that all they have to do is pick one. They make it so easy to get married, yet so hard to get divorced.

Let me know if I can help!

Delal said...

Ahh....but there you get to how the divorce is done. There are two types, Fault and No-Fault. I have plenty of grounds under the fault guidelines: fraud, abandonment, adultery and abuse...but in order for me to file that way I need to prove it (not difficult) and he needs to answer to it in court (which will probably never happen). So I am left with the no-fault version which they cannot deny me, I just have to jump through 3000 hoops.
And it was easier to get married. He didn't even have picture ID, just his university transcript, and they let us go through with everything.