I can't tell you how much I enjoy reading these little stories. I'm not sure why (perhaps the same reason I like to read obits of people I never knew), but keep them coming. It really is interesting to hear about other peoples' lives.
It reminds you that there are "all kinds" of people in this world.
I enjoy writing them, I just don't have the time/energy most days during the season. The job is certainly endlessly fascinating, the various folks I meet....
So I suppose today was part 4 of "Marriages: going, going, gone," though I haven't been keeping track and there may have been others in the meantime.
Woman, in her 30s, two kids, a little bit flaky but overall not bad. She'd called me apparently last spring (I don't remember, and I usually don't manage to take notes) to see about the consequences of kicking her husband out of the house. At the time she was working as a clerk in a liquor store, made about 10K, her husband (who was a loser) made about 25-30K, can't remember doing what, I think a machine operator.
So she comes in and tells me he's gone and also -- and now I hear the words that also scare me -- that she's done what I suggested. Scares me, because I don't remember what I've suggested. But best as I can reconstruct, I told her, if she was going to kick him out, do it before June 30, and as long as she had custody, be nice and let him claim the kids. She has done both. Cool.
Except she's also gone and gotten another job, working as a "job coach" with people with mental health issues, so her income is up to 23K, and now she could actually benefit from claiming a kid or two. But the deal's been made, she still getting about 4K back, and she's remarkably mellow with it, saying he needs the money.
Someplace, somehow, in the last year she's grown up a lot.
The divorce is still in the works, her lawyer is right across the hall from me, I tell her what to negotiate for, she gets it, leaves with a nice smile, a big Thank you, and a See you next year.
Life could be much worse.