My scans were all encouraging. The new drug is slowing things down, and treatment will continue. Since I have no side effects from this new immunotherapy drug and no symptoms of my cancer, that's very good news. Found out today.
Tom and I are getting along better than I might have expected. He's really trying and giving me no reason to be suspicious. But that doesn't mean I'm not. "Fool me once..." I've changed everything I'd planned to leave him except the house. So far, that will be his. Any more indiscretions, and that will change as quickly as I can throw him out the door. I trust I'll have that strength.
I'm back. When all of this happened, I was completely blind-sided, but my strength has returned, and I'm feeling pretty darned good. When I wake up with cobwebs early in the morning and begin focusing on poor me and what Tom did, I jump out of bed, get dressed and have some strong coffee. Sometimes that's at 6 am, but it works. The cobwebs clear, and I feel lucky to be alive.
My atty added a clause to my will called, if I remember right, an enterrorum clause, naming Tom. It says that if he contests the will, he will pay both sides of atty fees, reimburse the executor for time spent, and reimburse the other inheritors anything they might lose by his actions.
I executed a Land Trust Change of Beneficiary and left the original with my atty so that, even if I am very ill, I can "pull the trigger" so to speak to change the beneficiary on the house from Tom to my trust.
I must honestly say that Tom is trying. See, forgiving someone for such a grevious betrayal takes time. I don't have that, so I'm doing the best I can. I love him, but the trust is SO gone.
I will keep the tracker on the car. I have searched him looking for a burner phone...he used to call her when he walked the dog, so I barely trust him to do that. I'm comfortable he doesn't have one. I have access to his cell phone call log on line, but if he had a burner phone...
I am aware that I sound somewhat crazy, but I'm just doing the best I can. I've made arrangements that the dog and cats will be taken care of if Tom cant hold it together. It would make me sad to give them up, but . . .
Life. No matter how weird and difficult it is? It's better than the alternative.
Tom and I are getting along better than I might have expected. He's really trying and giving me no reason to be suspicious. But that doesn't mean I'm not. "Fool me once..." I've changed everything I'd planned to leave him except the house. So far, that will be his. Any more indiscretions, and that will change as quickly as I can throw him out the door. I trust I'll have that strength.
I'm back. When all of this happened, I was completely blind-sided, but my strength has returned, and I'm feeling pretty darned good. When I wake up with cobwebs early in the morning and begin focusing on poor me and what Tom did, I jump out of bed, get dressed and have some strong coffee. Sometimes that's at 6 am, but it works. The cobwebs clear, and I feel lucky to be alive.
My atty added a clause to my will called, if I remember right, an enterrorum clause, naming Tom. It says that if he contests the will, he will pay both sides of atty fees, reimburse the executor for time spent, and reimburse the other inheritors anything they might lose by his actions.
I executed a Land Trust Change of Beneficiary and left the original with my atty so that, even if I am very ill, I can "pull the trigger" so to speak to change the beneficiary on the house from Tom to my trust.
I must honestly say that Tom is trying. See, forgiving someone for such a grevious betrayal takes time. I don't have that, so I'm doing the best I can. I love him, but the trust is SO gone.
I will keep the tracker on the car. I have searched him looking for a burner phone...he used to call her when he walked the dog, so I barely trust him to do that. I'm comfortable he doesn't have one. I have access to his cell phone call log on line, but if he had a burner phone...
I am aware that I sound somewhat crazy, but I'm just doing the best I can. I've made arrangements that the dog and cats will be taken care of if Tom cant hold it together. It would make me sad to give them up, but . . .
Life. No matter how weird and difficult it is? It's better than the alternative.