The Cost of Freedom

Shortly after I escorted Dear Husband out of our home, the bills started to roll in.

First there's the cost of a divorce. Luckily, ours will be substantially cheaper than the norm because we have no children or property. Frankly, we've always been two paychecks away from homelessness, thanks in part to DH's low wage potential and reckless spending habits. A friend is generously preparing the divorce paperwork for just $100. The filing fee is $320.

Today I received another whopper of a bill - our share of DH's middle-of-the-night visit to the emergency room just 10 days before I discovered his Secret Life. In retrospect, I should have let that kidney stone abrade his plumbing until he produced a pearl. Amount the insurance declined to cover - $455.

Of course I will have to pay off DH's credit card to protect myself, because he's always had serious problems making the $13 monthly payment on time. Balance on the card - about $500.

These items will wipe out the meager savings I've managed to accumulate, but in the end, it will be worth it. Think about what I've gotten in return: Freedom from a spouse who had no respect for marriage, and a whole lot of closet space. Priceless.