Adrian
Days have gone by and I still have not received word from Stella or her so called lawyer about the divorce. They have been radio silent and I can’t help but admit that the thought of being served papers haunts me.
The threat hangs over my head while I am at work, while I am in the middle of an important business meeting, and when I am home alone after the work day has ended. I have stared at my phone for hours on end, waiting for a call or message from my own personal lawyer that he has been handed papers on my behalf or that he has received word from her lawyer that they are going through with it.
Nothing has come though, so the looming threat of Stella divorcing me has begun to vanish, disappearing into the night like a misty fog.
Perhaps Stella has come to realize that she ne
