Posts Tagged ‘manipulative actions’

The March to the Signature

May 20, 2009

Yep, I’ve been keeping my promise to myself.  I have not contacted The Soon-To-Be-Ex.  Some may think this childish*, but knowing her, this is the best way for me to not be manipulated by her.

She has called a couple times (going directly to voice mail…thank goodness for caller ID).

First, it was just wondering if we could talk.


Then she called to say she’d found an old, very decrepit silver tea set that belonged to my Mom and do I want it**?


Most recently, it’s been a couple phone calls to discuss what we should do about Daughter Person’s health insurance***.

Not ignored.

<sigh>  That was and remains my soft spot…the kids.

But, I still will not contact her.  First off, Girl Child is 22 years.  Last I checked, that’s quite a bit over the legal age for adults in most states****.  But, you never stop being a parent.  I called Girl Child directly and we discussed options and alternatives for health insurance.  It will be worked, with Girl Child doing most of the research and me helping to guide and advise.  If Girl Child wants to get guidance and advice from The Spouse, that’s her call.  I refuse to get in the way of their relationship.

And, after about 10 days, with still no word on whether The Spousal Unit has signed the decree or not, I pinged my lawyer again ($$), saying, “Haven’t heard anything from my side…how about the lawyer side?  And, what’s our legal recourse?”  Got an e-mail back from my lawyer that she’d heard nothing either, would ping The Spouse’s lawyer, and added a nifty tidbit—the judge had put a deadline on the lawyers to wrap this up.

Now it’s getting to the wire…

*…well…she started it!  Nyahhh!!!

**yes, I do, but figure she’s not going to sell it before all this gets resolved… worse case in my mind is that she offers it to Daughter Person—perfectly fine with me.

***Proud Pop moment.  She’s graduating university early next month.  While a good thing, there will be a time where my insurance on her lapses before she can get her own.

****Hell, in the Appalachians she’d be considered old by then, with folks wondering when she’d finally be a grandma (yeah, that’s stereotyping a bit…but it was fun).