Easy Advice for a Tough Situation

Tragedy Strikes.

Fake Dictionary, Dictionary definition of the word Tragedy.

After leaving mediation that day, I was left scared. I had this lawyer that I was paying a lot of money for, and hoped she would be there for me. She wasn’t. She became busy with her other cases. So busy that my own case wasn’t on the top of her priority list. She passed me down to a junior lawyer and I was going to have to fight it out with her. In my first meeting with my junior lawyer, she suggested moving closer to my kids. This is something I obviously wanted to do, but with a business it wasn’t that easy.

ADVICE BLURB: IF YOUR LAWYER DECIDES TO PASS YOU DOWN TO A JUNIOR LAWYER. REFUSE. UNLESS YOU CANT AFFORD THE HIGH PRICED LAWYER, NEVER EVER LET YOUR LAWYER PASS YOU OFF TO A JUNIOR. CHANGE LAWYERS IMMEDIATELY… YOU SHOULD NEVER BE MADE TO FEEL LIKE YOU ARE LESS OF A CLIENT THAN ANYONE ELSE HE/SHE HAS. A JUNIOR LAWYER IS JUST THAT.. JUNIOR. IF YOU HAVE A DIFFICULT EX, AND SHE HAS A SENIOR LAWYER, YOU NEED SOMEONE THAT IS GOING TO FIGHT FOR YOU. NOW BEFORE I GET MESSAGES FROM JUNIOR LAWYERS ABOUT HOW I’M WRONG…. I’M SURE THERE IS JUNIORS OUT THERE THAT AREN’T LIKE THAT. BUT IN MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, I HAVEN’T SEEN IT.

A few months went by with my new lawyer. Nothing was ever really solved. A lot of back and fourth with Trudy’s lawyer on custody, nothing.

My business started to slow, our industry was crashing, things weren’t going well any more. I’m already going through the custody battle of the century, now my business is suffering. One night while laying in bed, stressing out, I decided…. maybe its time to sell the business and move closer to my kids. The next morning I discussed it with my best friend (we’ll call him Darcy.) Darcy agreed.. luckily his father was into the same line as work as we were, and we sold our assets to his dad. We had a good run, and it was the best time of my life, but it had to be done.

Soooo… I put my house up for sale, and I moved 4 hours away to be closer to my kids. Darcy and I kept in touch, usually chatting every night. He had been my childhood friend since I was 9 years old. Sure there was ups and downs, and we would stop talking for a few months, but at the end of the day he was my best friend and brother.

Finally living in the same city as my kids, you would think Trudy would be more open to me seeing my kids more. Nope. Still pushing for me to have my kids every third weekend. So for the next 2 months while trying to get my lawyer to do something, I had to conform to what she wanted.

Then tragedy strikes.

Its 10:00 pm on a Thursday night. I get a text message from Darcy. “I miss you buddy” Immediately I can tell something is wrong. He’s had his heart broken a gazillion times, and I’m kinda thinking it happened again. I reply “I miss you too pal, I actually have a business meeting back home tomorrow, I’ll swing by and see ya” He says ” really? That would be great, lets have a beer or two.. I cant wait, I really need someone to talk to” I tell him that ill be back home (4 hours away) by 5:00 pm, and we’ll tie one on as soon as I get there. He says “awesome see you tomorrow”

Now because I have a 4 hour drive the next morning to my meeting, I hit the sack and fall asleep instantly. I get up at 4 am to have a shower. Look at my phone, and I have a message from Darcy….

“It was a pleasure knowing you friend”

Umm… at this point, I know Darcy was drinking the night before, and i’m chalking it up as a drunken text. I get into the shower and I cant explain the feeling, but something didn’t feel right…. even though he had sent texts like that before, this was different… something was different.

I got out of the shower, and tried to call him. No answer. I finished getting ready, called again. No answer. This time I left a message and told him that sending drunk texts like that scares a guy, and to call me when he rolls out of bed. An hour goes by, and I haven’t heard anything. I call my brother who lives in same city as him, and ask him if he could go over and check on Darcy.. that I got a messed up text, and something isn’t right. He told me sorry, that he was already at work. I said no problem, ill keep trying.

I didn’t want to call his family to alarm them, so I just kept calling. Finally the phone stopped ringing, and all calls were going to straight to voicemail. I’m thinking he shut off his phone now because he was getting annoyed of all the calls.

I get to my meeting that morning around 8:45 am. I’m in the middle of the meeting, and still haven’t heard from Darcy. I politely excuse myself, and tell them something has come up, and that I have to leave. I still haven’t heard from him. I drive 45 minutes to his house.. I remember getting out of the car and not having my phone.. I think to myself, that I better grab my phone. I walk back to my car, get my phone, and head to the door. Darcy and I don’t knock when we go to each others houses. Its been such a close relationship between us over the years, we are family. I walk into the house, and his dogs come up to me like they have for so many years.. tails wagging, givin me kisses… felt nice to be home. I walk around the corner and I see something that changed my life forever.

My best friend. My brother. Hanging in his bedroom doorway.

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