Bankruptcy & Divorces & Things of That Nature

So I just submitted my G/L to my accountant so she can file my (much delayed) 2015 taxes, so those can go to my bankruptcy attorney (who has been paid, and is just waiting for my returns) so I can file my bankruptcy and get that monkey off of my back before Trump takes office in 2017 and reinstates debtor prisons for anyone in the districts…I mean…anyone not in his tax bracket.

I’m excited to have it done, and I’ve been living on only a debit card since January of this year, and things are going much, much, much better….thank God…but this needs to be done and over, so I can enter 2017 fresh.

There’s been a ton of changes, and if I haven’t been online, or talkative much, it’s mostly due to that (and grad school…but mostly the changes that are in the winds).

While this is to go no farther than those in this very secret friends group, I’m glad to still have the LJ platform to write and to vent and to introspect and to vocalize…but still privately…so I can process everything that’s going on.

So, with no slow build up: my mother is getting ready to divorce my father (which he doesn’t know yet) due to his years of refusal to treat his mental health issues, his ongoing abuse, and his continued alcoholism and drug addiction (for more, see my entry on when my dad and I parted ways a few months ago). What this means is that I’ve moved apartments, and my Mom is moving up to Buffalo to come live with me.

The biggest silver lining is that I now have an apartment with an actual home office, that’s about 8x the size of my last apartment, with a full sized kitchen…and my mother loves both cooking and doing laundry, so there are some positives.

However, for my mother, this is all very traumatic, and there’ll be work to do (on her part) with a therapist. I told her that once she’s settled here in Buffalo, and she has her routine (she’s going to be a docent at the zoo) and she has her pension, and she has her social security, and she has whatever it is my father’s going to pay in alimony…then she can decide if she still wants to live with me, get her own place, whatever. But, in the meantime, the two of us will be going through this transition together.

Rev. Lind and I are heading down the day after Thanksgiving to pick my mom up, and if I weren’t so tired I’d write more…so I need to head back to sleep, so I can get up again in a couple of hours and handle some things…but I’ll write about the whole super-mossadnik-esque drama later.

Anyway, here’s to transitions!