I got Voldemort’s discovery paperwork a couple of days ago. This is the set of form interrogatories that were due the first week of November, then due mid-November, finally filed at the end of November.
Oh, but wait, that’s not all. These forms are full of outright lies, the biggest one involving a very large sum of money that he is now claiming as separate property. It took me 20 minutes to regain my ability to speak after I read this pack of lies. Then I called my lawyer.
Maybe I was too pissed to understand what she was telling me, but it sure sounded like I have to prove his statements are untrue. He doesn’t have to back up his bull s**t, no, I have to prove that a check we got 14 years ago was made out to both of us.
I’ve spent six hours over the last two days, and it’s impossible. No one, up to and including the Federal Reserve Bank’s clearinghouse, holds onto cancelled checks for 14 years.
I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that he may win this one. And while it really chaps my hide, it is only money. Money I hope he chokes on, but just money. It’s not the kids or the cats or anything irreplaceable.
I also believe it to be a “negotiating” tactic. Another attempt to bully me into accepting less than the law provides. We’re having a settlement meeting next week. I plan to tell the truth and let the chips fall where they may. If he chooses to hold tight to his lie, that’s on him.
I am not a liar. Or a cheat.