Tuesday at work seemed to drag incredibly slowly. I took care of all my work around the office, but still had some time to kill. I popped my head into my boss/lover’s office. Mr. Brown was on the phone with a client, so he gave me the polite nod and smile. I knew he was too busy to talk right then, so I excused myself and went back to my desk.
In a little while, I would have to leave for my attorney’s office and I was absolutely dreading it—I really wasn’t in the mood to see my soon-to-be ex-husband. I peeked back into Mr. Brown’s office and he waved me in. I shut the door behind me and ran over to get a hug and kiss. I loved his lips—they were always so soft and luscious. He told me everything would be OK, and reminded me to check my e-mail before I left, as he was waiting for some important documents to come in. I told him that I would call him later, kissed him again passionately, and left his office.
As I was packing up to leave, I opened up my e-mail and saw a message from Mr. Johansen, one of Mr. Brown’s biggest clients. Mr. Johansen’s e-mail said that he wanted to meet with me that afternoon around 4 o’clock, which was right after my meeting with the attorney, and he provided an address. He said that I needed to pick up some papers from him for Mr. Brown, and that they would need to be signed right away. The e-mail came from Mr. Johansen’s personal e-mail account, so it didn’t offer any other information. I just assumed it was some legal paperwork.
Being with my husband at the lawyer’s office was just as dreadful as I was expecting it to be. We could barely stand to look at each other while we waited for the meeting to start; even trying to make small talk about the children turned into a fight. I gave up trying to talk to him, and instead, started flipping through an old magazine to try and pass the time. When we were finally called in, I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t want to do this, but at least we could talk properly in front of the attorney and get it over with.
We got all of the important stuff out of the way first. I would regain custody of the kids and he would take them when he wasn’t working—usually only Saturday nights and Sundays. He would pay child support and we mutually worked out a visitation schedule.
Once that was settled, we moved on to the bills—the credit cards, cars, assets, and most importantly, the house. He immediately stated that we should sell the house and pay off the loan, since that was really our only mutual asset. My car was mine, his truck was his. I was kind of shocked. I was hoping to stay there and raise the girls in “our” home. When I raised my objections, the lawyer stated that I technically wouldn’t be able to afford the mortgage with my other expenses, like covering the cost of day care for the kids. I was heartbroken, but I realized that she was probably right. My husband said that his work had some housing available for higher-level employees and that he would stay there until the house was sold. I didn’t want to stay in the house alone, but I figured I had no other option at the time. Besides, it was better than having to live with him.
We finished discussing some other minor details and finally parted ways. I was so preoccupied with what just happened that I almost forgot that I had to go meet Mr. Johansen to pick up the papers for Mr. Brown. Still in tears, I rushed out and headed towards the address in Mr. Johansen’s e-mail. At the time, I had no idea that the papers I was about pick up were going to change my life forever.