So I met my husband's attorney for the first time yesterday. My sister hired her for her divorce, my sister's partner was awarded full and legal custoday (thank goodness, their mother is a crack addict) in a state that will give custoday to a woman six feet under to his children. So I referred my husband to her via my sister (best friend). She impressed the hell out of me. This professional gets it. There were numerous occasions she could have decimated my husband's ex wife. She established rapport with a nutjob and elicitied more information than she ever could have by exerting her blunt prowess. This attorney is going to go far, and she backs up my faith in my own divorce attorney. There are attorneys who see the greater good and achieve justice.
I've set my intentions upon my husband's ex being, what in my mind, is 'done.' I told him several years ago that part of what would need to happen is for me to see her. Have my eyes look into her eyes. That happened yesterday. Not as I would have envisioned (sorry). I thought that the first time she and I had eye contact it would have been knowingly. I thought it would be a situation where something like an introduction would have happened. What happened is that court had taken a 15 mn recess. We were talking in a conference room and I saw a pencilneck dick turn around the corner to walk down the hallway back to the courtroom. Long, gaunt face, boyish blond hair and an aura of sadness. Behind him, that was her.
This demon, this causal factor in my husband's fears and my step-children's distrust of everything, unconsciously marched to the rhythm of her attorney's steps, driving him.
When you're watching a horror movie and a ghost slips around the corner behind a million miles of guardedness, that was her. I felt my eyes try to hold steady, not widen.
I caught a glimpse of something only three people on this planet have: my husband, his daughter and his son. She loves death and suffering. She attempted to convict my husband of a great and grievious sin in an effort to prove her dedication to her cause. My husband's sin is this. He spends a ten spot per month on drive through coffee businesses.
- - I know, decreptit - -
What she has done is try to destroy his essence. I did not underand before today what he mean wben he would say, "I feel like I'm coming back to life." I thought that was a loving and sweet statement. But I didn't understand what he meant.
That thing that rounded the corner is dead. She is a hollowed out husk of a person.
The insane part is this, because people get to have their issues, right?