Dear Robin:
I make my last alimony payment on Thursday. I find myself strangely numb and apprehensive rather than arranging for a hooker waiting for me when I come home next to an urn of cocaine and chilled Dom Perignon.
This is the first time in 10 years I will have my full paycheck rather than just enough to scrape by. So why am I not dancing for joy at the end of this onerous obligation?
Free at Last
Robin:
This morning I read your comment on the WSJ about equal parenting time. Why should I agree to that when I have been the main caregiver of my kids since they were born?
Dear Readers:
Today I finally write the advice portion of my response to the woman wondering if her beloved husband will ever have relief from his alimony sentence so he can finally retire.
Dear Robin:
I found your blog after hearing you on the air in Palm Springs. I notice you have a passion for alimony reform and assume you pay alimony. I retired almost a year ago and my wife and I split our time between the Northwest and the desert.
I am miserable in my marriage. I will spare you the details but I haven’t been happy for a long time. I don’t think she is happy either but I also don’t think she cares.
She spends most of her time with her friends shopping and playing tennis and going on walks. She barely even speaks to me and won’t go to counseling but then again, I don’t think it’s worth the time.
Dear Robin:
I make my last alimony payment on Thursday. I find myself strangely numb and apprehensive rather than arranging for a hooker waiting for me when I come home next to an urn of cocaine and chilled Dom Perignon.
This is the first time in 10 years I will have my full paycheck rather than just enough to scrape by. So why am I not dancing for joy at the end of this onerous obligation?
Free at Last