Ah, bonny Patience,
Thou – sweetest of all Virtues –
Would I kiss deeply!
Or to put it another way: my wife has finally come to the less-than-earth-shattering conclusion that her lawyer is just in it for the money. Another great “Stop the Presses!” moment. If truth be told, I suspect that she figured this out months ago – probably at about the same time that I did. It has, however, taken a goodly while for her irritation with this prize plonker’s piss-poor performance to overtake the fact that she appointed said prize plonker in the first place.
Anyway, she’s given him the old heave-ho and we now have a signed Agreement of Settlement [cue “Hallelujah” chorus]. I think I need to offer her the post of Grand High Priestess of the Church of Cayennetology, because in terms of our agreement, not only do I get to give her all my money, I also get to give her a pile of money I haven’t even earned yet. How cool is that, huh? Do you see why I fell in love with this woman?
Still, even though we are another step closer to our final parting of the ways, it’s important to note that I got to share over a decade with a truly remarkable person and (barring another concussion, of course) I will always have those memories.