Twenty minutes ago, I was happily drowsy, nearly falling asleep.  Then the phone rang.  My soon-to-be ex-wife was on the line.  In tears.  She needed to talk...

Now I'm wide-frickin'-awake.

She'd just gotten off the phone with the mortgage company after fighting with them about the refinancing and the screw up they'd made.  Apparently, they messed up the taxes, and the escrow account currently has less than fifty dollars in it.  The taxes are due November first, at a couple thousand dollars.  Next year will be alright, as everything resets to zero and starts over again properly.  But that does not help the current situation.  And she's panicking. 

Day after tomorrow, we have our court date for the divorce.  Our paperwork has been turned in, the financials are all disclosed, and everything is mutual and amicable.  The judge is going to review everything and make the divorce final.  At least, that should be the case.

Honestly, I am a little concerned now.  I admit that am worried for my wife, what she will need to do to cover the taxes this year.  I'm worried because her state of mind right now is nervous and anxious and panicked. She's scared and starting to show signs of a major meltdown.  I could hear it in her voice.  And to be honest, I wouldn't blame her.  I'd be panicking a bit too.

And I will admit I am a bit concerned about what she might do at the court hearing...  I don't expect her to try and screw me over.  Not deliberately, at least.  But at the same time, if she is panicking and in a severe depressed state, I don't know what she might say or do.  I feel like all the preparation and work we have done to make this work might just go up in smoke...

I’m going to consult an attorney tomorrow morning, first thing.  I know we had agreed not to involve attorneys in the divorce, but I think it is time I take the precaution.  Honestly, I am willing to try and help her with the taxes.  Not that I am made out of money or anything, but I could rearrange some of my finances for a little while.  I just don't want this to blow up in my face to where I am financially responsible for her, the house, or whathaveyou for the rest of my life.

Damn, I could really use a drink right about now...