Whenever I get an email from my lawyers secretary, my insides flutter and I become shaky and sweaty.
I hate it.
I hate that I am going through a divorce and I need to be sent copies of crap from his lawyer. The last thing I remember reading about, oh, 5 minutes ago is:
“This matter is ready for trial.”
Really? Really? NO. This matter is NOT ready for trial. I AM NOT READY TO WALK INTO COURT AND SIGN OFF OF WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.
I am not ready. I am not ready.
I am shaking, tense, uneasy and sick to my stomach.
NO. I AM NOT READY.