Following on from my last post, I made a decision to keep on keeping on and as such the blog is still here. I can't remember if I've mentioned but I started back at university again and decided to try my hand at teaching. Since being back, my confidence has sky rocketed something which I never expected to happen but turned out to be a bit of an added bonus. Being out my comfort zone, meeting new people, socialising with people I would never have before has given me a new lease. I no longer need anybody to hold my hand and can confidently strut my stuff. I hadn't realised how much my confidence had suffered post-divorce nor how little self-worth I felt.
This past year, I have been dithering about this ongoing saga with my ex, the outstanding legal contract. Up until a few weeks ago, I had resigned myself to the fact I would never see a penny of the money which had been stolen from me and to just let it go. I was moving forward, life felt good etc so what's the point in embroiling myself in a bitter legal dispute.
Then I had a change of heart, probably thanks to this new found strength. I put together a plan of action. Firstly, give the ex a time limit of three weeks to honour his already one year late agreement. Obviously, I don't expect much from that. Secondly, to involve someone whom his family know well and have them turn up at his door with my legal papers explaining the situation to his father. I don't expect much from that either except no doubt grief for him. Thirdly, get the bailiffs in (I will admit, I get a bit of a kick from this one) and start removing items to the equivalent of what is owed to me which at this point has reached about ten grand.
I am determined this time and even if I never see a penny of it again, I intend to put up a good fight.