Autobiography in Five Short Chapters


Autobiography in 5 short chapters

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
By Portia Nelson

Chapter I.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in…it’s a habit…but my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V.
I walk down another street.

I have never encountered a writing that more closely reflected my life and journey. I am grateful I have reached chapter 5, even though it took me many years. On this first day of 2018, my wish for anyone who is currently living through chapters 1 through 4 is that you find the strength and clarity to get to chapter 5. Happy new year!

and more has been revealed

TGIF! This week was crazy, to say the least.

Last Saturday, I attended my best friend’s sister’s wedding reception. A few months ago, I wasn’t planning on going. It was my weekend with the kids and for some reason, I had just felt like staying home. Well, fast forward to a few weeks ago, and I decided, why not? I dropped the kids off at my brother’s house for the night, got dressed up, and had a blast.

I knew that same night XAH would be attending a friend’s birthday party at a bar, which is why the kids were staying with my brother.

Sunday afternoon, I was home with the kids and my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but I decided to answer it anyways. I was shocked to hear an automated voice on the other line, telling me it was a collect call from an inmate at the county jail…yep, it was XAH.

At this point,  I was frantically trying to find my credit card amidst my kids fighting and my daughter crying. Once the call was connected, XAH was on the other end and told me he had gotten pulled over for DUI the night before. This was his 2nd DUI in less than 2 years. He asked me to login to his work email and let his boss know that he wouldn’t be available the next day. He also told me that “I was right” and that he “needs help and has a problem.” I agreed to email his boss for him, mostly because I do not want him to lose his job and my child support.

He called back later that evening and we discussed a bit more what happened. He then proceeded to ask me if I would ever considering reconciling. Huh? I suppose the reason he thought it was appropriate to ask was because he had admitted to me that he had a problem. (Mind you, he’s told me he’s had a problem multiple times before). My response was that I couldn’t discuss that right then.

It turns out, he tried going the wrong way on a freeway ramp, attempted to turn around, then got his car stuck in a ditch. An off-duty police officer was driving by and stopped to check on him. Then she called the state patrol.

I had done some reading on the penalties for a 2nd DUI in less than 7 years and the minimum jail time is 45 days, plus another 30 for violating his probation. I also believe he will have to have the interlock device back on his car for 5 years because he already had to have it on for one year.

The next day, I ended up connecting withe bail bonds person for him and he got out of jail around 7:45 pm. Because his car is still registered in my name, I had to take him to pick it up on Tuesday.

He ended up hiring an attorney that I share an office with to represent him for his DUI. He had his arraignment on Wednesday and was ordered to wear a SCRAM device (which can detect alcohol in his system through his skin) and also get the interlock device back on his car.

The first couple of days after it happened, I was thrown back into the chaos. I was worried about what I would do if he had to be in jail for 45 days…how would I take care of the kids on my own and still successfully run my business? And as much as I tried not to think about it, I couldn’t help but think about his remark about reconciling. Would I love for us to be a family again? Yes. Financially, it would be wonderful. My kids wouldn’t have to be shuffled back and forth to his little apartment.

But then again, there’s just been sooo much bad stuff in our relationship. Although I hope he does find recovery, I honestly don’t have high hopes. After he was out of jail, we talked a few times and he seemed a bit cavalier about his “problem.” Stating very matter-of-factly that he just needs to stop drinking. It also bothered me that he said his mistake the night of the DUI was that he didn’t take an Uber. No, the mistake was that he shouldn’t have drank 10 beers! (His BAC was .22).

One option he has for avoiding jail time and not having a 2nd DUI on his record is called a deferred prosecution. Basically, he admits he has a problem and enters an intensive 2-year treatment program. During this time, he is subject to random tests for alcohol and any other mind-altering substances (this would include marijuana). After the 2 years, his treatment ends, but he still has to stay clean for 3 more years. If he does all that and doesn’t get into trouble, then the charges will be dismissed after 5 years.

I posted on Sober Recovery about this and I’m thankful for the good feedback I get. Most people reminded me to believe actions and that oftentimes, people can be good when they’re being monitored, but then it’s right back to drinking. Another alcoholic remarked that when he was in jail, he was desperate and willing to say anything.

I attended an Al-Anon meeting and decided to get back to some reading. I was pretty exhausted from it all, but finally, last night I slept great and I felt really good today.

I’m sticking to my side of the street this time. I won’t be telling him what he should do or even asking him, for that matter. People on SR remarked that I should keep my distance so I’m not his only resource and I think that’s a good idea. And as they say…more shall be revealed.

on boundaries

One thing that almost all codependents suffer from is the inability to set clear boundaries. I know I struggled with setting boundaries throughout my entire relationship with AH. There were times I mixed up boundaries with trying to control/giving him a rule. For instance, I once said my boundary was that in order to stay married, AH needed to be attending meetings, get a sponsor and working the steps. Someone remarked that this sounded more like a rule for him than a boundary for me. They then asked, how would I enforce it? Would I call up his supposed sponsor to ensure he was working the steps?

At last week’s therapy appointment, I posed this question to my therapist. I asked her how I could set clear boundaries moving forward and also asked her about setting boundaries in situations that are not nearly as dire as with an alcoholic. She said getting a divorce is an example of a very drastic boundary. But the example she gave was about dating someone who is always late. She said a boundary in this case would be to say, “That just doesn’t work for me.” I wouldn’t be telling the other person what to do (i.e., you need to make sure you start getting ready sooner, etc.). Instead, I would just be letting them know that it doesn’t work for me. This made a lot of sense. She also said that when verbally giving boundaries, my verbiage should be short. Again, it just makes sense!

In regards to daily life, things are good. I was triggered on Saturday, however. I had decided to post a quote about divorce on my Twitter timeline (hardly anybody I know follows me.) Well, AH’s aunt does and she messaged AH to ask if everything is okay. Apparently, she then told him he’s making a mistake in not getting a lawyer.

I’m not really sure why, but when he said this, it really infuriated me. Thinking about it more, I think the reason I got so mad is that I instantly went to the place of thinking that he had not told her the whole story (i.e., the reason we’re breaking us is that he has a drinking problem, he recently got arrested for DUI, etc.) I guess mentally, it kind of put me back in the middle of the insanity.

Anyways, AH also got defensive and we had a little squabble, but ended up getting over it. Again, I know I can’t control what AH says or does and in the end, it doesn’t matter what anybody thinks. I’m working very hard on getting over the feelings of self-righteousness I have when it comes to AH. It’s a work in progress!

today was a good day

I didn’t get a very good night’s sleep last night because I woke up a few times thinking about all the stuff at work that I’ve been putting off. (More on my battle with overwhelm and procastination later.) However, I had planned on going to the gym after work (more specifically a spinning class) and then an al-anon meeting right after. The morning started out a bit rough and by that I mean, I wasn’t very focused. However, after lunch I found my stride and sat down and wrote out a list of every single case I’m working on right now and what needs to be done. After that, I was actually productive and did some work!

My spinning class was great. I really enjoyed myself and I felt good afterwards. Then it was off to my al-anon meeting, which was great also.

When I got home around 8:45, AH was already laying on his air mattress. You know what’s funny…in the past, I probably would have been disappointed or sad that he was tired and wanted to go to bed (the codependent in me.) But tonight, we chatted briefly and I was actually excited to go downstairs, eat a snack and watch some of my tv shows.

I know there are still tough moments ahead, but I’m living in the present and today was just a good day.

on detachment

Detachment has always been a concept that I could never quite grasp. When AH would come home and I could tell he had been drinking, my thought was always, “Well, I HAVE to let him know that I disapprove…otherwise, he will think it’s okay for him to do this!” And so, of course, we would get into a big fight and then he would say how sorry he was and how he let me down, etc. I’m sure this would then result in tons of shame, resentment and guilt inside him, which would start the cycle for the next episode of drinking.

Now that I’ve immersed myself in Al-Anon and reading, I think I finally get it. Someone on the Sober Recovery website wrote this about detachment and I don’t think I’ve ever seen it put more plainly or perfectly.

For some the concept of detachment is hard to grasp. Especially if you are the kind of person who is used to having a ‘say’ in most matters. We somehow think we must always “speak up” when our S.O. is doing something wrong and in some cases we do need to speak up in certain situations. Detachment might feel to ‘passive’ for us. But, sometimes it’s not so much a matter of keeping quiet as it is a matter of refusing to engage in something FUTILE. We learn the hard way how to stop wasting our own time, energy, efforts in “reforming” this other person and instead take that effort and put into ourselves and our own fulfillment. We learn that the person in question may never change and become the person we wish they were. We realize that our own happiness is not about *them* and not wrapped up in them.

It’s funny because I went back to an Al-Anon meeting last night that I haven’t been to in ages. I think the last time I was there was in October, just before we were in the process of purchasing a new home, selling our old one, and moving. I shared with what has been going on and especially how I now understand that chastising/nagging my AH is the wrong thing to do and only made things worse. Then I said, “Why didn’t anyone ever tell me this?! Oh wait…they did, I was just in denial.” It’s so interesting how my disease of codependency has paralleled AH’s disease of alcoholism. I would start going to Al-Anon and then stop. I would read the literature, but it really never sunk in…until now. It took me hitting my rock bottom to surrender and start my true path to recovery.

Sidenote: I slept great again last night, although DS5 came in around 2am because he was scared of the wind and rain. For a moment, I thought about how sad it is that when he has a nightmare or is scared at night, I’ll be the only one there. 😦 But my mind is feeling a bit clearer today and I think I’ll be ready to tackle going over our finances tomorrow so we can start to detail how finances are going to work through our divorce.

learning to let go

Near the end of yesterday’s work day, I was feeling pretty good. I was able to be productive in the afternoon at work and then stopped by the store to grab some tomatoes (AH and I were planning on making tacos.) He ended up going to a meeting, so it was just me with the kids, which was fine. I was thankful that DS (5 years) didn’t throw any tantrums and seemed to actually be listening to me. He’s been throwing tantrums at school and seems to be very emotional, which is worrying me a little bit. I talked to him again about daddy moving out into his own place in a few weeks. DS doesn’t seem to really understand it yet, which I think is good. I told him that daddy is still going to be around a lot and that no matter what, we both love him.

AH and I actually watched part of the Downton Abbey finale together, chatting and making small talk. It’s all just a bit strange. AH smoked pot and offered me some. I declined. Even though I used to smoke with him, I decided it’s probably not very kosher to do so when I’ve told him I think he has a problem with it.

At one point, we were talking about our dog and AH mentioned that if I ever go out of town, he could probably smuggle the dog into his apartment and he would keep her. I then said that if I went out of town, he would probably just stay at the house with the kids and then he said, “in 3 or 4 years?”

I don’t know why, but that statement got to me a bit. Even though everyday I can recall things he has done that I am thankful to get away from, I guess that piece of me still remains hoping that we can reconcile at some point. But I know the chances of that happening are very low. I think too much has happened now for me to ever be able to trust him or truly forgive him and not be resentful towards him. And when he mentioned being apart in 3 or 4 years, well, I guess it’s just not something I have thought about. I know I need to be able to let go of our relationship as it is now and avoid future tripping.

I really like this quote about recovery and try to remind myself of it anytime I start to future trip.

Recovery is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

I will say, however, that I have been sleeping pretty good. For awhile, I was having issues where I would wake up at 3am. But the last few nights, I’ve been able to sleep until AH comes in to shower (around 5:30).

defining myself

I had a session with my therapist a couple of hours ago. Of course, I updated her with what’s going on. One thing we discussed is that I was somewhat relieved when I was talking to AH about his trip to Mexico and he told me that he was depressed the entire time and never really even went to the beach. Therapist asked me why this made me happy and my response was that I guess it makes me feel better knowing that he does seem to care that that our relationship is ending. She then told me yes, he does care, but probably in the same way a child would care about losing his mother. Ouch.

Then I told her how this process seems to be hard because a lot of the time I don’t know what he’s thinking. Besides conversations about the kids and making plans for our separation, we have pretty much avoided talking about anything else. She asked me why it matters what he thinks…what could he possibly think or say that would make things any different? I know she’s right…at this point it’s only actions he can take that will make any difference. Then she got around to saying that in all of this, I have to define myself and not let him define me any longer.

So, we spent a lot of the session discussing how I can define myself. That I can define myself without insulting him. For instance, I can say “yes, you’re free to drink and smoke weed however you want, but for my own health, I cannot be around it.” I also took a step towards defining myself yesterday, when I told him that right now, I just can’t discuss the details of our finances or what our divorce will look like. I need to just focus on work for a bit.

I also asked her if she thinks my constant state of overwhelm and inability to ever seemingly be productive and get things done is a result of all the stress and insanity of my marriage to AH. She simply said, “yes.”

This is one thing I am working on. For as long as I can remember, life has been a struggle. I’ve become a big time procastinator, putting things off at work; not having the energy to take my kids outside; being short with my kids; etc. That HAS to end. I can no longer live life this way and I can no longer let AH’s problems define myself or my life.

the role we play

Yesterday AH had taken the day off from work and went to look at some apartments. He called me at work just wondering about getting approved since the mortgage is still in his name and everything. I ended up asking him if he can hold off on actually signing a lease or applying until we have a chance to sit down this week and go over our finances. He agreed. Right now, I am still in such a state of fog, I’m trying to refocus on work since I was out last week and figuring out all the details of our divorce just seems to be too much right now. He agreed, which I was thankful for.

He agreed to pick the kids up from daycare yesterday, while I ran to Costco to grab a few things. I had told him I planned on going to an Al-Anon meeting at 7PM. He got home with the kids around 6 and told me he needed to run to the car dealership to grab his coffee mug, which he had left there that morning when they were working on his car. Mind you, the car dealership is not close and it’s actually almost right next to the kids’ daycare. This is something typical he has done all throughout our relationship. Always finding excuses for things he needs to go out to do. It’s like he has to get away from the house. I’m not sure if it’s so he can drink or what…but of course my thinking is, do you really HAVE to have your coffee mug right now? We have other mugs. He could easily just pick it up some other day. I could also tell that he had been smoking marijuana. So, I told him I needed to leave the house around 6:45 for my meeting.

Well, 6:45 rolls around he’s not home. I text him and say my meeting is at 7. He calls and is apologetic and says he thought I had to leave at 7. Even though I was really annoyed, I managed to bite my tongue and just tell him it’s okay. Just another example of him not listening or not caring enough to listen.

After my meeting, I was reading the Al-Anon Pamphlet “Alcoholism: A Merry-Go-Round Named Denial.” I’m sure I’ve read it before, but this time it really resonated with me. Essentially, it talks about how the other actors in the situation contribute to the alcoholism by reacting in certain ways. The role I played was the victim and by repeatedly chastising him when he drinks and criticizing him, it creates more and more guilt in him, which just leads to more resentment and denial. It actually makes a lot of sense.

Anyways, I’ve been thinking about the role I have played a lot. It’s hard for me because all of these years, I’ve blamed him for everything. But now I am starting to see how my actions have made things worse. I think I am also getting closer to being able to feel compassion for him and his disease. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still harbor tons of anger and resentment. But I think it was a good start when I bit my tongue and didn’t get into a huge argument with him because he made me late for my meeting.

The background story

I met AH back when I was 22 and he was 24. I had just finished undergrad and he was living out here because he had been in the Navy. We actually met through friends and somehow, we hit it off from the moment we met. We met in the fall of 2003 and I had been planning to go off to law school in the summer of 2004. This was the same time he was finishing up his Navy service and he decided to stay with me, so he moved with me and while I attended law school, he started undergrad.

I started noticing drinking problems very early on in our relationship. Whenever he drank, he was unable able to drink just a few beers, instead drinking quite a lot. He also seemed to have to drink every single weekend, often drinking a 12-pack in one day. He also smoked pot frequently. I remember the first time he lied to me. He had gotten a phone call and told me it was a friend from back home (he was originally from the other side of the country). Later, when he was in the shower, I looked at his phone and saw that is was his marijuana dealer.

Life continued on through law school, our up and down cycle. We ended up getting engaged in the fall of 2007. After my 3 years of law school, I decided to attend another school to get an advanced law degree in tax law. This meant that I needed to move 3 hours away, but AH would stay in order for him to finish up his undergrad degree.

I moved in the fall of 2007 and AH got his own little apartment. The plan was for him to be finished up at the end of 2007. During this time, we would try to visit as much as possible on the weekends.

One particular night, he was visiting me, and he had left his email open. I noticed that he had emails from different porn sites he had signed up for. One of them was a chat site, where he had paid to chat with women online. When I saw this, my heart sank. Even though I knew he had drinking problems, I had never in a million years had any reason to believe he would/could cheat on me. I confronted him about this and his response was that he really wasn’t attracted to me and I “just wasn’t doing it for him.” Yep, can you believe it?

However, once again, in the morning, he was apologetic and told me how he didn’t mean what he said and blah, blah, blah. Of course, I believed him. So we continued on. At this point in our relationship, he was still a “functional alcoholic,” definitely not drinking every day, but whenever he did drink, he could never stop at just a couple.

He finished up his degree and moved back over and in with me in January 2008. I finished up my degree and we moved into a rental house together. AH had been able to get a decent job and was working in inside sales.

Once again, in the fall of 2008, he left his email open. Again, I found some username and passwords to some porn websites. This time, one of them was a messageboard where escorts (prostitutes) posted ads and users would leave reviews of the escorts. I looked up AH’s username and found that he had left a review of an escort and the type of service he received was oral sex.

When I confronted him about it, he initially told me that he had not left that review…he was just fascinated by the site and in order to stay a member, he had to post something, so he had copied and pasted the review. I remember plain as day that we had this conversation on a Saturday during college football season. I then left to drop our dog off at the groomer. As I drove back to the house, I just couldn’t get rid of that nagging feeling. So, when I got home, I told him I wanted to see his bank statements (we still had separate accounts at the time) and his phone records, so I could verify that this had not happened. And then this is when he admitted to me, that yes, he HAD posted that review and yes, he had visited this prostitute.

At this point, our wedding planning was well underway (wedding was set for August 2009). I had told NOBODY about his issues with drinking and of course, this porn/prostitute stuff. He agreed to go see a therapist and get some help for himself. Of course, I’m the one who found him a therapist who specialized in addiction. AH saw the therapist for awhile. I later found out he basically lied to me about what the therapist had said.

And so we continued on…at this point, my codependency was in full force. Me often counting how much he had to drink and being an undercover spy to make sure he wasn’t visiting prostitutes, etc.

We got married in August 2009 and headed to Puerto Vallarta on our honeymoon. Another vacation that I never really got to enjoy because I was just stressed out by how much AH was drinking. We had DS in December 2010.

At this point, AH actually was doing very well at as his job in inside sales, making a great living. However, many of the people he worked with tended to drink heavily and “happy hours” often included numerous shots, etc. It was never a situation where AH would just go have 1 or 2 drinks. I can also count endless events, such as weddings, where I know he drank too much and should not have been driving.

On January 17, 2013, I was on Facebook and noticed that AH had left a comment on a photo of a girl he knew from high school. His comment was “smokeshow,” obviously meaning she was hot. This prompted me to log back on to the escort messageboard to check his username. And when I did, I was shocked.

I had not been on the board in probably at least a year (because AH swore he would never do any of the escort stuff again.) But now I saw that he had posted a couple more reviews and just the day before, he had posted an ad looking for “asian massage parlors” that accept credit card. I could not believe my eyes. Well, I started chatting with him, asking about this stuff and then a slew of lies followed. First he told me that he had let a friend use his username, but he wouldn’t tell me who the friend was. I finally got him to allow me to reset his email password, so then I could actually log into his username on the site to check his private messages.

Before he did this, he managed to delete everything out of his email. However, I logged into his account on the messageboard and saw that he had been conversing with a certain escort, talking about paying her with a visa cash card or something to that effect. He still claimed that it wasn’t him until I told him that I had contacted Yahoo and was going to get all the emails in his account restored. Well, then he finally came out and admitted the yes, he was the one who posted those reviews. However, he was adamant that he had never received anything other than “happy endings.”

Of course, I was devastated. He came home, and I told him to leave. After he left, it was just me and my 2-year-old DS. Again, nobody knew anything about what was going on with us, so I felt so alone, with nobody to call. I ended up calling AH and he was sobbing, saying how he had ruined his life and lost everything. I told him to come home so we could talk.

That night, we had a long discussion and the truth came out. He admitted that he had been to see the prostitutes a handful of times, receiving oral sex. He also admitted that he had been drinking behind my back often. He told me that the therapist he had seen previously had told him he had a drinking problem, but AH had lied to me and not listened to him. AH told me he admitted now that he had some serious problems, but was willing to do anything he had to do to save his marriage and not lose us. For the first time in our entire relationship, I felt like I was seeing the real AH for the first time.

I was hopeful after this because AH had finally admitted he had a problem – yea! We got into marriage counseling and started seeing individual counselors. It’s kind of a blur, but the basic story is that this started the up and down process of “sort of” recovery by AH. I now know AH was not really committed to recovery…he was just saying whatever he needed to say to keep me. Over the next couple of years, AH stopped going to therapy, started drinking again and the same cycle continued, but by now my codependency was worse than ever.

I gave birth to DD in May 2014. AH continued on in “fake” recovery. In July 2015, there were 2 weekends in a row that he drank and then an incident when I thought I smelled beer on him and then later found beer cans in the garbage. At this point, I was just exhausted and tired of dealing with all of this. We had a long talk and AH admitted that he had never really committed to recovery and now he was really ready to do so. He started attending more meetings and posting on Sober Recovery.

Well, this lasted about a  month and then he relapsed. He was also smoking marijuana nightly and sometimes in the morning and during the day on the weekends. Since July 2015, he has only been able to make it no more than 1.5 months without drinking. I was exasperated because in my eyes, he really wasn’t trying to do everything he could to really recover. He didn’t have a sponsor, wasn’t working the steps, and wasn’t willing to give up marijuana.

At the end of January, he was attending a work function and was arrested for DUI. No longer could AH say that he’s “not like the others in AA..he’s not out getting DUIs and stuff like that.” I thought maybe after this, he would really clean up his act and realize he couldn’t just white knuckle recovery and do it himself. Well, nope. This produced no change really…2 weeks later, he wasn’t going to more meetings, quitting smoking pot, or working on getting a sponsor.

Even though he hasn’t been drinking regularly for the last few years, even when he isn’t drinking, he has been difficult to be around. He is really unable to handle stress and gets agitated very easily and will sometimes be in a bad mood for no reason (sulking, pouting, silent treatment.) When I ask him what’s wrong, he just says nothing.

Finally, on February 25, 2016, I woke up and just had the worst feeling. There wasn’t any specific incident that prompted it, but I decided to tell him (via chat) that I think we should just end things. I wasn’t happy and wasn’t sure I could ever be. Deep down, I know that in doing this, I wasn’t really ready to split up…rather I was hoping again, that this threat would get him to start really working the program. Well, he got angry and agreed.

So, here we are now. I broke down and told my family about everything (with the exception of the part about the prostitutes. I just can’t let that part out yet.) They have been very supportive. I’ve also been back in Al-Anon and have been reading, reading, reading. I’m starting to understand the part I have played in prolonging his drinking and I am finally committing MYSELF to recovery.

So, that is my story. Even though it’s all in the past, I’m viewing it as the beginning of my new life.

just bleh

So, last week I was supposed to have been on a vacation to Mexico with AH. Obviously, I didn’t end up going, but it was nice that I had been planning on taking those days off from work anyways, so I didn’t have any commitments. But now, I’m back to reality, sitting here in my office with TONS to do and that same feeling I am used to feeling so often…an enormous sense of overwhelm and not knowing where to start.

I spent the morning reading Sober Recovery and also working on a post for this blog of my background story. AH took the day off from work and called a bit ago because he was getting ready to go look for some apartments. He was a big apprehensive because we don’t have anything legally in writing. He was also unsure of if he can qualify for an apartment with the mortgage still being in his name.

So, now that it appears we are really moving forward with this, here’s my list of things I need to figure out/do:

  1. Draft the petition for dissolution. (I’m lucky in that I’m an attorney, however, I don’t do divorce law. I was going to have someone else represent me, but a friend of mine said he is willing to help me do everything behind the scenes. The only issue is that he was supposed to send me the forms, but he is taking forever.)
  2. Draft the temporary orders. In this, we need to lay out visitation, child support, and possible maintenance?
  3. Look into getting my own health insurance (this is going to suck.)
  4. Figure out what to do with the house. If AH isn’t going to be on it, then I will have to get help from my dad to refinance.
  5. Figure out realistically how much money I need to be bringing in each month to support myself/kids.
  6. Look into getting SoberLink set up. I will require AH to do the breathalyzer during his visitations with the kids to make sure he is not drinking around them.

I’m sure there’s more, but it always helps me to lay out a list of what needs to be done. Now time to eat some lunch and get moving on work.