Attorney wouldn't take my case; AH is "crazy"
Long story short ... this attorney's rates for divorce have gone from a $2,500 retainer less than a year ago to $5,500 (so he claims). I've been to him 3 times already before I decided to do something decisive. I think he just dumped me - after a 45 second meeting - because he figured I wouldn't go through with the divorce. Who knows? Anyway, I get in line for free legal aid and wait and wait or I try another attorney. She will contact me tomorrow (got her name from atty. who dumped me) and her aid says she can sue for legal fees if need be.
Meantime, atty. I saw told me to go into my house and if AH threatened me, get a protective order. Like, duh. For this the guy went to law school?
AH was "napping" by the pool and came in when the phone rang and I answered it. He had a 2-hour phone counseling session today and has a f-2-f with another counselor tomorrow. I noticed his glass of wine. So I just asked if I could speak to him briefly. All I got from him is has been advised to take it "an inch at a time" which means he could get his itty-bitty feet out to our pool to sun himself. What crap! And his boss is in on this latest counseling-employee assistance junk. I told him I would leave him to his own healing since I had not heard from him. I told him I would respect his privacy at this time.
"Well, you left and didn't tell me WHERE you were going." He said this AFTER I told him my counselor had said I had a loose cannon on my deck and should get out for everyone's safety. Nah ... didn't even hear that. Like I'm surprised by that, right? So he starts the same old sh**. "I didn't know where you were. You just walked out." I replied, "You have my cell phone number." "Well, you didn't CALL ME!!!"
I just shook my head, and told him, "I'm sorry but I no longer have any time to waste on the 'blame game' or anger. Call me if you feel like it. 'Bye."
What a farce! This idiot still has a job and I suppose this is his version of a "nervous breakdown." Anyway, he went back and forth about my being able to stay on "my side" of the house and then telling me to leave until he sees counselor number 2.
Okay, okay ... I know I should feel pity for him, but my gut tells me this is just one more massive pity party to manipulate his boss and keep his job. It certainly doesn't have jack to do with me. Drunk and nuts to boot. I took my own advice and stopped any attempt of further conversation.
At the rate of "one inch at a time" it will take until Doomsday for this headcase to make any progress towards anything even remotely resembling mental health. So now he's having a "breakdown" because he's left to face himself. Can't stand me, but can't stand being with himself. Oh well, what goes around comes around I suppose!