Your Papers are Served

He finally got served last night. His high paid attorney couldn't do anything until he had been served. I told him if he would stay in one place, it probably would have happened by now. Well, last night it did happen. The process server called me at my request and with husbands permission I gave him the phone number of the soon to be ex-spouse. They met in a mutually agreed upon place and he signed for them. One day, this man is going to learn that procrastination doesn't pay. I've already explained what an enabler I am. I was kind enough to remove his boat from the house Saturday and place most of his personal belongings in it. I then removed myself and the children from the home to await his arrival. Didn't figure that would be healthy for the children, even though it would feel good to me. We agreed he still had some things to get from the house and that he could pick them up at his convenience. Not the case anymore! Boys and girls, we have a restraining order! Now he can only come to the house to pick up the children for visitation. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get his crap out of my house now. I don't want to put the computer in the garage, the humidity down here is horrible and will probably ruin it. I don't want to be destructive in any way. I want this to be as civil as a divorce can be. After all, we have children together and are stuck to each other to a certain extent until death just like the dang vows said. 'Til death do us part. In a way I am breaking that vow, but he broke his vow to love, honor and cherish long before. I won't get into the gory details, let's just say, I will probably never be the same again. Always gonna love him, but I don't have to like him. I will be praying about that.