For the past two months our life in Israel was marred by a nasty shadow. DH’s Ex, 17 years after divorce, was trying to force a stupendous amount of money out of us. It was really, really horrible. Poor DH! Poor me! The court was finally held this past Monday. Despite feeling very ill and having a swollen jaw any chipmunk could have been proud of I would not even think about staying home.
The whole proceedings were very difficult. Once again it has been proved that regardless of the realities of life, regardless of the facts the court, any court will take the side of the single woman. Enough said! So now we have been ordered to pay a huge amount of money. A lot less huge than they wanted in the beginning, but huge none the less. And we have to pay it within two months.
So today, after assessing, all we had and making up a list of people we could go to, to ask for help, I told DH that I NEED to buy some yarn. DH looked at me as if I have grown another head. I told him – I need to be able to feel that I am in control of my life, at least in a little way. I know, I know, I am strange.
I pulled out an envelope marked – “rainy day yarn fund”. Before we left US one of my friends gave it to me with a touching note to use the money for yarn when I would need the “pick me up”. Well, now is the time, and no need for the guilt, since buying yarn is exactly what my friend wanted me to do.