Meltdown

After my mom left, I was thrown harshly back into the realities of my life here in Great Falls, Montana. No car, back to doing laundry in the tub, no one to talk to when I get home, no more awesome adventurous trips out of town, and no desire to get back to the jewelry making I had been so focused on before. Add on to this the fact that I got served my divorce papers Monday evening. What a nice surprise it was to be woken from an after-work nap by a sheriff repeatedly ringing my doorbell. Enter: drama, of the legal kind. I have only 20 days to answer this petition. Without going into anything too specific, I'm not very happy with the way things are going right now. And because I have such an active imagination, I have been playing out every possible outcome I can come up with in my mind. Let me just say one thing: he owes me. I have the bank statements from 2008 and 2009 to prove it. Unfortunately, it appears as though all the courts here are interested in is division of material property. And that's just not what I have in mind. Praying that the military will hold him accountable in some way that I can find acceptable. I have no hope for the civilian world giving me any sort of justice.