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cabbitzilla) wrote2004-06-22 03:12 am
cabbitzilla) wrote2004-06-22 03:12 am
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Whaddayaknow. An entire week, and no indication of a crash. I'm utterly thrilled, and on the whole am more awake than I've been since the strokes almost four years ago. While there're still some fairly sizable memory holes, I'm as alive and aware as I was before things went to hell in a bucket.. even though my mobility is not much better. Of course, there's a catch; the long dormant libido is back with a vengeance, and I'm not quite sure what to do with a redlining lust index. *blinkblinks, then shrugs it off and moves onto the next topic* And after a week of bouncing, Megan hit me yesterday with a bombshell that blew my mind. No, it wasn't a bad one; simmer down, folks. Bunny heard the bulk of this earlier this evening; it took me that long to sort through the impact of what she tossed at me.
There're some folks who've ... not been real happy with my militant stance on staying here until a suitable-to-me path out of this house and this marriage turned up. *shakes her head* I've gone round and round and round with a couple of them; some folks forget that the subby little cabbit has a stubborn streak stronger than steel. My concern, stated very bluntly, is that having the house foreclosed on (which is INEVITABLE if I simply walk away) would completely and permanently screw any chances of me getting the surgeries and treatments I need to be right. My initial impression of the bankruptcy codes had led me to believe it to be just as bad... an impression that seems to have been in error. That particular misconception came to light about two weeks ago... and had prompted me to start trying to find a way to snag the car one afternoon without tipping my hand to Megan. Given that I'm /still/ sick, it simply hasn't happened.
Sunday evening, Megan handed me a sheaf of printed websites, and informed me that she'd been looking into it, it didn't look like it would shaft me ... and that she had finally reached a point where the idea of me leaving didn't toss her into a histrionic panic. We talked for several hours; it's the longest conversation without an argument that we've had since the summer of 2000. There're things going on this week, and we'll be on the road for the weekend to visit her parents (I will remember my laptop and the Diablo cd this time)... so next week we start trying to find a lawyer to see if we can extricate ourselves from this mess without it driving spikes through our eyes.
And the idea of being able to walk away with what's left of my Honor intact is almost enough to make me weep for joy...
Anyway, that's the Signs & Portents for tonight. Many many hugs to my family. I was a good little cabbit tonight and took my meds on time... and watched the clock tick another three hours past before I got cobwebby. Anywho... *blows kisses*
kisses is one lucky dude, in my not so humble opinion. :)
There're some folks who've ... not been real happy with my militant stance on staying here until a suitable-to-me path out of this house and this marriage turned up. *shakes her head* I've gone round and round and round with a couple of them; some folks forget that the subby little cabbit has a stubborn streak stronger than steel. My concern, stated very bluntly, is that having the house foreclosed on (which is INEVITABLE if I simply walk away) would completely and permanently screw any chances of me getting the surgeries and treatments I need to be right. My initial impression of the bankruptcy codes had led me to believe it to be just as bad... an impression that seems to have been in error. That particular misconception came to light about two weeks ago... and had prompted me to start trying to find a way to snag the car one afternoon without tipping my hand to Megan. Given that I'm /still/ sick, it simply hasn't happened.
Sunday evening, Megan handed me a sheaf of printed websites, and informed me that she'd been looking into it, it didn't look like it would shaft me ... and that she had finally reached a point where the idea of me leaving didn't toss her into a histrionic panic. We talked for several hours; it's the longest conversation without an argument that we've had since the summer of 2000. There're things going on this week, and we'll be on the road for the weekend to visit her parents (I will remember my laptop and the Diablo cd this time)... so next week we start trying to find a lawyer to see if we can extricate ourselves from this mess without it driving spikes through our eyes.
And the idea of being able to walk away with what's left of my Honor intact is almost enough to make me weep for joy...
Anyway, that's the Signs & Portents for tonight. Many many hugs to my family. I was a good little cabbit tonight and took my meds on time... and watched the clock tick another three hours past before I got cobwebby. Anywho... *blows kisses*
kisses is one lucky dude, in my not so humble opinion. :)