I am feeling extremely discombobulated. My children are staying with their father. Which is great for them. My belongings are either in storage or stacked in my new house and I am dossing at a friends house. I feel like a cross between a student and a sad spinster. I arrived with a few boxes, a radio…all I need are a few spider plants and some dope to take me back 20 years. It is OK, there is a sort of liberation about not having a house, any children and a small box of possessions, but at the same time I am feeling quite sensitive and have to keep warning friends to offer me no sympathy.
Spent the afternoon with a girlfriend helping her to fill in her Financial Disclosure Form for her divorce. The dreaded Form E. She had no clue about how to fill it in. About who to talk to about a new mortgage. About Working Tax Credit and Child Credit that she may be entitled to and so on. It’s a hideous process, but could be made easier if information was readily available. I do hope that I pick up a few more readers so that we can start gathering relevant information.
