Law school dream
I continued to be miserable in my marriage. Things were NOT better as I’d hoped. I was certain, with everything that I was, I wasn’t going to be able to be happy. No amount of trying to ignore things, was going to work. It just wasn’t. I needed to get out of this. I didnt want to spend the rest of my life married to a 400 pound man who blamed everything on everyone else, who didnt love me or his children as anything other than part of his facade.
Then he decided he wanted to go to law school. There was a school in our city that was considering offering law degrees. We followed the progress of their attempts to see if he needed to start taking LSAT prep tests. He decided he did. Even if that school didnt offer that degree, he said, we could always move to the southern part of the state, and he could go to school down there.
I saw an opportunity for change. I was excited. Minimally, if he were to be a law student, he would be busy, out of the house, out of our daily lives for a majority of the time. The kids and I, we’d have room to breathe. We’d have room in our own space to not be walking on eggshells all of the time.
The prep tests, then the actual tests came – at $150.00 a piece. He took it three times. He never scored better than his original test. He decided to apply to 3 schools, at $100 per application, then 2 more…He was accepted to a school in Massachusetts and one in South Dakota. He was put on a wait list for the school in Maine. We then found out that the school in our city was NOT going to be offering a law degree.
One would assume the dream of being a lawyer would need to be put on hold until he could manage to get accepted to Maine. But no. He decided we’d all move to South Dakota. There was no discussion. He said “This is where the school is, this is what the city is like. The kids will like it, they have a good school system.”
I said no. I wasnt moving across the country with no job, and two kids to put him through law school. What would we do with the house? Where would we live? The economy is terrible, how am I going to find a job? “Oh it will be fine” He’d say.
I told him he should go first, do his first year, and then see if he could transfer to Maine. If he couldnt, then we would consider moving. He decided that would be fine. I decided we needed to get a divorce. The kids and I were clearly not a priority for him. At all.
Looking Forward 