Hardly anyone phones me up.
This is NOT a plea for anyone to call me on the telephone. I am horrible on the telephone. Without physical conversation cues, I’m all flustered with silences, weird pauses, speaking over each other, dropping the phone and then explaining how the phone dropped, wandering mind, etc
Actually, even with physical conversation cues, I am quite awkward.
When my telephone buzzes (I rarely have the sound on because the noise is too jarring for me – and, yes ALL the ringtones are jarring to my sensitive ears, including harp, but thank you for the suggestion), and I do not recognize the incoming number, I do not answer the telephone.
There is always this lingering worry that it will be MrexH, or someone in his family, and they will be angry and horrid with me, MrexH might express his interest in murdering me again. Or something awful has happened and a Police Officer, State Trooper, or even worse, my attorney, is contacting me with the bad news. I am not ready for any of those things – again.
Or, it could be a telemarketer, and I do not want to speak with them either.
Last week, my telephone rang in the morning, with an incoming number that I do not know – however, this was a number for my city/state. ALARM BELLS went off in my brain and I let the phone ring 4 times before I decided to bite the bullet of fear and answer the telephone.
It was the assistant from my attorney’s office.
As soon as I heard her voice, my stomach split in two and dropped into my legs.
The call was benign, as calls go. But, it took me a while to calm down just from the stress of contact with my attorney’s office. The office assistant is a lovely person, and has gone out of her way to be kind and welcoming to me. It’s the whole idea of knowing why we have a relationship at all, that is upsetting.
She wanted me to stop by the office and pick up some hard copies from my divorce case, and decide if there was anything that I wanted to keep.
We set up a time for me to do that.
I drove into my little downtown, parked in the courthouse parking deck, and walked to my attorney’s office across the street.
By this time, my mind was completely blank and numb. I have to go into this space of, “What would Oprah do right now?” and just keep moving forward. Oprah would just jay-walk across that one-way street in front of the courthouse and all of those parked police vehicles, and be confident in her stride into her attorney’s office. Or was it Dr. Phil’s office that she strode confidently into? It was somewhere, and Dr. Phil was there, the cattle farmers lost their case against Oprah, and Dr. Phil got his own show as a side bonus!
I did the jay-walk thing, minus the confident stride, and plus twisting my hair into a giant knot on top of my head as I walked because it was ridiculously hot and humid – so also minus any of Oprah’s presence or finesse.
The paperwork consisted of a 5 inch thick stack.
It was too nervewracking for me to stay in the office and look through the daunting stack, so I said my, “thank-you”s, and skeedaddled out of there.
I felt more confident walking back to my car, because I had an impressive stack of papers to hold – like a comfort blankie.
More Linus than Oprah.
Out of that stack of papers, the only piece that seemed worth saving was the less than 1/4inch bound deposition of MrexH official transcript.
That transcript = $640
Just for the copy of the transcript.
This amount does not include the cost of my attorney’s time, SonHerisme attorney’s time, or my time, or my severe emotional strain, or the stupid (yet delicious) take-out tomato soup I stepped out to eat at our lunch break, OR my parking costs…
So. Much. F’in. Money.
The rest of the paperwork?
I shoved it into the chiminea at 10am and had myself a lil’ ol’ bonfahr
Sadly, no marshmallows were consumed.
This fiery episode sounds like it should have been cathartic. It was not. I did not feel anything other than now I did not have to file the remainder of the papers.
Do not panic if you are unable to reach me by telephone. I have not disappeared, although some days I would like to do so. I am only nervous and awkward and frightened and concerned.
I wish I could magic all of that away too!
Love, Ms. Herisme xo
ps. Thank you, oh great tribe of friends, for sticking with me!