About four months ago there was $11,340 left. Today there is $7,330. From the original sum of $14,500, that makes the price of consciousness about $7,170.
In the world of divorce, so far, $7,170 bought me an Answer, response to, and attendance at a Motion, an Order, documents attesting to child and spousal support, a couple of phone calls, a number of emails, and at an hourly rate of $300, the three-hour meeting I had on Monday. And the worst? Definitely yet to come.
Given that my version of an impulse buy is purchasing five apples out of a bin, instead of small ones by the bag, it was positively breathtaking to walk out of a building on Monday having burned $900 just to discuss how to proceed about the continued, and serious, antics of the Confused Soul.
It matters not how well I budget, what I can save, my financial condition – my own agency – stolen, like my social security number, by one bent on impoverishment. It is not the happiness, or well being of my children that the Confused Soul argues about, it is their possession. Ah, possession. So true.
There is no doubt consciousness is deepened by travail. But the question and the urgency remain unchanged, what price consciousness?
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