Post by Eric W. on Apr 13, 2016 20:41:05 GMT -5
She texted me yesterday wanting me to sign some paperwork today. Some wording in the original paperwork when I moved out last year needed to be changed before the lawyer would process it. She asked me to meet her at the bank to sign it and have it notarized today.
When I get there while we are waiting for the teller who can notarized it, she told me that the lawyer was charging $x amount and that when she went to see them on May 11th, she would pay half and that when I went on the 12th to sign I could pay the rest.... The teller came and got us to sign and notarized the paperwork just as she said this.
I signed and she even had a copy for me to take... And as we were leaving the bank. In the parking lot, I told her. I won't make you stay, I will sign if that's what you need me to do, but that I can't pay for something I want nothing to do with.
She got mad, and said she would pay all of it. That if it wasn't paid for then it wouldn't happen. I told her, that this wasn't going to "fix" what she thought it was. That it was just going to hurt everyone involved. That it wouldn't make the crazy, chaotic life she has now any better, that it wouldn't make the awkwardness that is us right now any better. She got mad and said she would send the notarized papers to the lawyer and message me when she knew more of what to do.
I went back to work, hurt and numb. A co-worker noticed and made me go to lunch with him to get out of the office and talk. While eating lunch I saw 2 Covenant Transportation semi trucks go by. (My little pick me up reminders from God, that he is there and everything is going to be ok).
I ended up staying at work late before heading to church service, and just before I left the office I decided to check Facebook... And noticed that at 10am this morning (2 hours prior to out bank meeting) that she had requested some monogrammed t-shirts with her maiden name initials on it. Not 1 or 2, but 8 shirts...
I didn't really want to be around people, I just wanted to get in a quiet place and get with God by myself, and I had to get things set up for service tonight and people kept coming up asking me how my day was. I gave them the old good, how about you schpeil and kind of melted into the background. The Pastor's son works the sound board while I do the visuals, and right before service, I asked him to keep me in his prayers, and told him what was going on. Service started and we did our opening praise and worship, took the offering and then he had the worship leaders (husband and wife. He plays piano and she sings do a special). They sang Thank You Lord, and I cried my eyes out. I couldn't even sing along for crying. That was the song Beverly sang my stepdaughter to sleep most every night.
The worship leaders left before I got a chance to speak with them, so I texted before heading home. Thanking them for that song, that it held a special meaning for me, and I needed to hear it tonight. He responded that it wasn't what they were supposed to sing tonight, that the pastor asked them to change it last minute.
As much as today has been a rollercoaster and hurt, we serve an awesome, amazing, caring God.
Thank You Lord, for your blessings on me.
There's a roof up above me
I have a good place to sleep
There's food on my table
And shoes on my feet
You gave me your love lord
And a fine family
Thank you Lord for Your Blessings on me
When I get there while we are waiting for the teller who can notarized it, she told me that the lawyer was charging $x amount and that when she went to see them on May 11th, she would pay half and that when I went on the 12th to sign I could pay the rest.... The teller came and got us to sign and notarized the paperwork just as she said this.
I signed and she even had a copy for me to take... And as we were leaving the bank. In the parking lot, I told her. I won't make you stay, I will sign if that's what you need me to do, but that I can't pay for something I want nothing to do with.
She got mad, and said she would pay all of it. That if it wasn't paid for then it wouldn't happen. I told her, that this wasn't going to "fix" what she thought it was. That it was just going to hurt everyone involved. That it wouldn't make the crazy, chaotic life she has now any better, that it wouldn't make the awkwardness that is us right now any better. She got mad and said she would send the notarized papers to the lawyer and message me when she knew more of what to do.
I went back to work, hurt and numb. A co-worker noticed and made me go to lunch with him to get out of the office and talk. While eating lunch I saw 2 Covenant Transportation semi trucks go by. (My little pick me up reminders from God, that he is there and everything is going to be ok).
I ended up staying at work late before heading to church service, and just before I left the office I decided to check Facebook... And noticed that at 10am this morning (2 hours prior to out bank meeting) that she had requested some monogrammed t-shirts with her maiden name initials on it. Not 1 or 2, but 8 shirts...
I didn't really want to be around people, I just wanted to get in a quiet place and get with God by myself, and I had to get things set up for service tonight and people kept coming up asking me how my day was. I gave them the old good, how about you schpeil and kind of melted into the background. The Pastor's son works the sound board while I do the visuals, and right before service, I asked him to keep me in his prayers, and told him what was going on. Service started and we did our opening praise and worship, took the offering and then he had the worship leaders (husband and wife. He plays piano and she sings do a special). They sang Thank You Lord, and I cried my eyes out. I couldn't even sing along for crying. That was the song Beverly sang my stepdaughter to sleep most every night.
The worship leaders left before I got a chance to speak with them, so I texted before heading home. Thanking them for that song, that it held a special meaning for me, and I needed to hear it tonight. He responded that it wasn't what they were supposed to sing tonight, that the pastor asked them to change it last minute.
As much as today has been a rollercoaster and hurt, we serve an awesome, amazing, caring God.
Thank You Lord, for your blessings on me.
There's a roof up above me
I have a good place to sleep
There's food on my table
And shoes on my feet
You gave me your love lord
And a fine family
Thank you Lord for Your Blessings on me
