Shouldn't…but Do

$300.00…an hour. The going rate of a good divorce attorney in my town.

If money be the medium of energy exchange in our culture, we can – over time – tally the cost of freedom, the price of consciousness extracted from decades spent plying arid, frozen ground once called marriage.

The profligate habits of X. a partner I married years ago left me with total life savings of $14,500. Embarrassed? I am humiliated. But it won’t change anything.

So after today, retainer and fee, $11,340. That’s it folks. Poverty is unquestioned, but can she escape X for even that? Will psychological riches gained through brutal self-reflection – years spent tortuously balancing pain and hope – require a broken hearth and home in the end?

What price consciousness? Stay tuned, the clock is ticking…