Again, I blame only myself for the delay of a process that should have taken two or three months tops. But it didn't help that I went ahead and hired myself, what I thought would be, an aggressive
attorney based only on his name, which is almost identical to that
of Jason Bourne. Only after our first meeting did I realize how far
off I was. Sure, he's a nice guy and all, but he is absolutely nothing like my most favorite movie character. He actually reminds me of Paul Blart Mall Cop in both looks and lack of skills. To be honest, he's a total putz. I swear, if I combined all the time spent trying to get him to progress on my case, I could have just figured it all out for myself, with far fewer costs. But that's neither here nor there, and his check has already cleared, so I'm stuck with him.
I have already breezed through many pages of who gets what, goes where, and what to do on holidays, and I've come to a road block. The dilemma, do I change my name. It sounds simple, and most would want to return to their maiden names, but I've got to admit, it was nice to not be asked the inevitable "are you related to the president?" for the last ten years. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the raw hide, except that my political views are at the complete opposite end of the spectrum from
the former U.S. presidents.
I unwillingly conclude that for now, and this weekend, I don't need to decide. The divorce can proceed as follows either way, and I can always change my mind, and name, at a later date.
