Damn he really wants this done. Like yesterday.

He’s giving me half of the money his parents gave us as a wedding present. Let’s just say it’s more than my car is worth.

I’m getting what is still due to me from his company plus 10% interest (I’m tempted to ask for more, but whatever – the attorney’s fees would probably be more than I’d end up getting.)

And he’s paying all filing fees which are like $1200.

And I’m keeping my ring.

He’s also conveniently forgetting my 401k which has a lot of money in it. I’m not sure if it can be touched in a divorce, but if we got nasty enough he could try.

But hopefully this isn’t going to be nasty.

I’m walking away with a very decent amount of money – especially in a town like Sac where it’s possible for someone who doesn’t make a lot to buy a place. I’ll have down-payment kinda money. And a retirement nest-egg of my own.

This evening at 5 p.m. I’m meeting with one of our top development guys to talk about my potentially working at one of our malls up there (consequently one of the only malls in the whole world that I like because it’s truly a downtown center.) And that would be great, in some ways almost a dream because I’ve always wanted to be part of that Plaza because I love it.

Eeek. I just said “Plaza” and that’s where we spent our honeymoon – a shitty hotel in Vegas.

I finally might be feeling better. Or at least for another ½ hour or so. Then I’m sure I’ll freak out again.

Also, this is the most I've EVER updated. Ever.