The other day I went to interview an attorney. I was told by numerous people that she is the best of the best, that she is a ball-buster that protects her clients interests and that she gets things done. Yes, she was the one I would want to represent me in the event of a divorce.
I arrived at her office 10 minutes early, grabbed the door handle, and pulled. Nothing happened. The door stayed shut and locked. After banging on the door it was answered by the para-legal who apologized and explained that they now kept their door locked at all times due to angry “other-side” men who felt “raped” by my prospective attorney. “Okay,” I thought. “Sounds like she knows how to do her job and do it well.”
I decided right then and there that if we ever became friends I never want to sit next to her at lunch. Too many embittered crazy men out there in the world.
After 10 minutes of waiting in an hip/elegant outer office, a stunning 50ish woman strode in. She was so poised and confident I almost knelt at her feet. It was her, the larger than life CCH and I was immediately impressed. She was imposing and stylish. She was everything I once envisioned I would be at this age. What the hell happened to me? I wondered. I was once on her path. At what point did I veer down another? Suddenly, I felt like Cinderella, still down on her knees scrubbing the floor.
She invited me into her office which was the perfect combination of functional modern.I asked the questions I needed answered and she showed me exactly what I was entitled to. I was impressed by her knowledge, her philosophy regarding divorce and her integrity. She was everything I wanted in a lawyer. Hell, she was everything I was looking for in a friend too. I had a girl-crush going on.
After everything was laid out on the table I knew that I would be financially okay should we divorce. We laughed and chatted a bit more when suddenly CCH leaned over her desk, looked me in the eye and said:
“I am very intuitive so when people come to see me I know exactly where they are at in this whole process. They are ready for a divorce. So I have got to ask you, why are you sitting in front of me contemplating a divorce? From everything you have told me about your husband and from what I have seen of you neither of you are acting like people who are ready to divorce. Neither of you have someone waiting in the wings and he doesn’t even have a lawyer. You didn’t come in here wanting me to cut off his balls and stuff them down his throat. I can tell you still like him and don’t want to hurt him. And frankly, you’ve got special needs children who still need you. Make no mistake about it, I would love to represent you but I just don’t see it. I don’t think either one of you are ready to take this step and I would urge you to wait. I would give yourselves time to make sure that this is what you really want to do because I’m not buying it.I just don’t think now is the time but if the time comes I will represent you.”
Needless to say I almost fell over. A divorce lawyer trying to talk me out of getting a divorce? It just didn’t make sense…or did it?
Frankly, I am not sure where this divorce thing is going right now but I have decided to take my lawyer’s advice, my therapist’s advice and the song that my heart is singing and slow things down a bit. I will not act on impulse nor will I act on emotion because that will only muddy up the waters. Instead, I am sitting quietly… observing…living with uncomfortable thoughts and feelings as I wait for my soul to lead me down the path that I am suppose to travel. Somedays it feels like I am ready to take flight. Other days it feels like I need to sit for a while longer. The one thing I do know is that when that time comes that a decision needs to be made; I will recognize that the truth has finally sought me out and that I will act with complete faith that the decision I am making is the correct one so that regrets will not color the rest of my life. For I am taking the time and doing the work I need to do I so I can make a decision that makes sense now and in the future.
Amen-“so be it” May I sit with dignity & grace holding my hand.
8 thoughts on “The Attorney”
OYTFT, such a difficult time in your journey. And you are so brave, so wise. The hardest thing in all this is this surrender thing – when everything around you tells you to make a move but you know you don’t know, you know you are not ready, and you are brave enough to accept that and sit with the pain and fog and confusion, and agree to just… wait until it all clears up. I’m so grateful this attorney was placed on your path. Hang in there, you are not alone, and you will get through this, of that I’m sure. Hugs
Those are some lovely words and I appreciate them greatly
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Neither of you may have anyone waiting in the wings, but just in case he has an interested party hanging around the stage door……keep the girl crush on speed dial and file first. Gwinniferr’s pop up in all sorts of places.
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That is true. I shall keep that in mind. Thanks
What really matters is you have a good rapport with her and she can’t rep your husband if it does come to that. You got first dibs on a shark. Good job!
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Thank you. I did like her a lot.
Our divorce lawyer had a painting in her office of a couple after their wedding . She was in a wedding dress carrying an umbrella, he wore a suit and was carrying a suitcase.
They were walking off happily into the distance. IT WAS SO WEIRD, in a divorce lawyers office. When I asked her why she had it (I hated it, btw, but then I also hated her) she just shrugged and said, ugh, some people change their minds you know.
That is an interesting choice isn’t it. Sorry you hated her. It must have made things difficult.