UPDATE TIME!!!!
OK, I've been gone a good while, work and such being what they are I have had little time to do much more than gas up the Nissan.
Biggest update:
I'M DIVORCED!!! It is stamped, sealed, signed, and finalized.
My settlement conference was June 18th, in Port Orchard, WA. It was supposed to be a quick, 5 minutes wait with the judge, not expecting the (EX!)-wife to show up, and then setting a date for the final hearing.
Given my command and it's jacked up leave policies, my leave wasn't approved until a couple days prior, meaning I couldn't buy plane tickets.
ROAD TRIP!
Took the 240 to the hobby shop on the air base for a final check, fluid flush, tune and clean. Swapped out all the fluids, rotated tires, installed a K&N air filter, and steam cleaned the hell out of everything.
BOY does that K&N make a difference!
San Diego to Port Orchard is a looooooooooooooooooooooong drive. About 1300 miles long. Yet it was very educational. I'm glad I fixed the heater because deserts at night get frakking cold!
Some things I learned on the I-5:
A 1993 Nissan 240sx has a speedometer that goes up to 110mph.
The cruise control only goes up to 97.
The car will go about 115-120 before the fuel cutoff.
Police Officers are not impressed by this fact.
Former Navy Police Officers can be very sympathetic to a sailor making a road trip to get divorced from a lying, cheating, stealing ****, and may let said sailor off with a warning and a "Slow the hell down, shipmate"
On the winding, mountain roads of I-5 in Northern CA and Southern OR, it's very very difficult to see a speeding, flat black 240sx at 2am.
Police Officers are not impressed by this fact.
Pulling off to the side of the road and turning your lights off make it almost impossible to see a flat black car at 2am.
Doing this can be a risky maneuver, even when the only exits or side roads are at least 50 miles in either direction.
The natural reaction to a police car with lights going as he drives past you is to breath a sigh of relief.
The natural reaction to see the same police car pass by a second time with lights going is to giggle a little bit.
The natural reaction to see the same police car pass by a THIRD time with lights going is to laugh like a hyena.
I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever EVAR do that again.
I'm pretty sure that there is the story of the ghost car floating around OR now.
Once you get north of Olympia, the speed limit of 60-65mph IS THE FRAKKING SPEED LIMIT!
A driver used to driving in the Middle East and Southern CA will get frustrated by the snail-like pace of 60-65 mph.
My average MPG at an average speed of 90mph is 25mpg.
My highest MPG (including a 19 mile downhill coast) was 33mpg.
My lowest MPG was 22mpg, averaging 105mph.
There is really nothing on I-5 north of Sacremento.
So I pushed through the entire time, made it from CA to WA in 18 hours, 37 minutes. I was beat.
OK, this is what we've been waiting for, the court scene.
Those of us that are too dumb or too poor to hire a lawyer must get a paperwork "idiot check" from the court fascilitator. Since I had to have everything in triplicate (one for me, one for the ex, one for the judge), I looked over the list of the exs demands and organized my paperwork accordingly. Being the highly trained scourge of the seas that I am, I am well versed in the art of administrative presentation.
3 three-ring binders, with coversheets, table of contents, dividers, etc. I laid them on the desk of the court fascilitator, she looked up at me (I in civilian clothes still) and asked "You're in the Navy, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am" I replied
"Mr. Fleming, this is a settlement conference" she said with a grin "not a cease fire negotiation. I think you're overprepared even for trial"
"I think I can live with that" I replied with my own grin.
She checked through all my paperwork and declared it "ship-shape"
I couldn't help but giggle.
The next day, all dressed out in my finest khaki, ribbons and rank blazing in the flourecent lights, I waited on the judge, hoping to have a final court date to report to my command within the next 2 hours.
In walks the ex.
S**t.
S**t F**k.
*^%^&$(*#&%*#((!(&%&%^#^@^$&%((^&%&^%*&**^*@@&*#@^%@$!*!!!
This was going to be a long day.
The judge came out and collected us after and hour and half of sitting across from the ex while she ripped me to shreds with her eyes. We went to the courtroom, and the ex got to go first.
Her list of demands included:
I pay for her trip, since it was my fault she had to travel all the way up there.
I pay her back spousal support, since I haven't paid her.
I pay her all the housing allowance back to October of 08, since I only recieved such allowance because I was married (Approximately $1900 per month).
I pay her alimony (amount to be decided)
I pay off one of her credit cards, since there was a Nissan related charge on it from 2008.
I pay her her due portion of my retirement check (including her portion of my TSP, a seperate military retirement fund)
I sell the Nissan and split the profit with her.
She also claimed unemployment, and claimed she was broke.
She was dressed to the hilt in a very nice professional skirt suit, complete with a (to my eyes) new leather GUCCI briefcase.
The judge (nice lady that she was) immediately dismissed me paying for her trip, and said she was not entitled to my housing allowance, since I was receiving it anyway (being E-5/E-6 during that time period). Then the judge asked me what my response was.
The first thing I produced was the pages from the exs website with her picture, her contact information, her pricing information, and the "company" blog showing she had a gig just a couple days prior. The judge looked at that, looked at the ex, and said
"Ms. Conklin, are you currently collecting an umpemployment check from the state of California?"
"Yes, your honor"
"You might want to fix that"
The look on her face was priceless.
I then produced the naval instruction, endorsement letters, and requisite paperwork showing that the navy says I don't owe her a dime because of her infidelities. The judge reminded me that WA is a no fault state, meaning her affairs had no bearing, but from the look in her eyes, the exs credibility was now shot to hell.
I then produced the bank statements from our seperation, with all the exs charges highlighted, and a running total up top, to the tune of about $16,000, and no contribution at all to the account, and then the loan paperwork for the Nissan showing that the ex had never made any contribution to that debt.
The judge told us that it could go to trial, and due to my homework, she would very likely end up owing me quite a bit of money. However, since the ex could only be awarded the car loan WITH the car, I would have to continue to make payments on it until she refinaced, if ever. Payments with no car? Ummm....no.
At this point I could see the ex visibly deflate, and we came to an agreement.
I keep the Nissan, and the remaining debt, in my name only.
She gets no alimony.
She gets no spousal support.
She gets no retirement.
She gets no debt relief or debt reassignment.
She gets no housing allowance (even the single/married difference, about $300 a month)
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, she walked away with a big fat goose egg! The fury on her face as she walked out was absolutely hilarious! Nearly 2 years of her scheming to rake me over the coals one last time came to naught, just as she needed it most!
She's broke (or claims to be)
Her parents are furious (her dad asked for the pictures, because he initially didn't believe me. Now they have proof)
She's living with her current boyfriend, in his grandfathers basement, because they can't make rent.
She does, of all things, WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHY, as a "business".
Her car (95 Honda del sol) can't pass smog, is running the previous owners expired plates, and can be towed at any moment.
She doesn't have the money to fix it.
The vast majority of her friends, and all of them that knew both of us, won't speak to her.
Nearly 2 years of heartache, frustration, anger, betrayal, confusion, more anger, paperwork, court fees, and more anger IS OVER! It's like I suddenly dropped an 80 lb rucksack I didn't know I was carrying!
Then I bought a scratch ticket on a random impulse and won $210 dollars, enough to cover gas on my trip.
And then a very good lady friend I stopped and visited on the way back decided that since I was finally divorced, she could FULLY express her feelings for me. Very nice.... XOXOXO at you, S.
And I got to keep the Nissan.
Hoo.
Frakking.
Ya.
So this is what vindication feels like......
OOOH! And since the Nissan is now fully and officially mine, I can actually invest more that $20 at a time in her! YAAAAAAAAY! Wheres the catalogs, I gots me some parts to order!