Meeting with Nigel the Drug Evaluator

A few weeks ago I ran into Nigel at the market. He said that we should get together and talk about the move. Thursday, I met with him for an hour. He asked how I was going to tell the little kids about the move and if I was going to try and see them before I left. I told him that I wanted to see if I could visit with them on Fathers Day next weekend.

During the course of our discussion he stressed the idea of putting my house in order and focusing on some healthy closure. His concern was that if I just left and didn't deal with some important issues, that it might come back to bite me in the ass later.

Some of his recommendations were to write Moira a letter explaining what was going on. He also encouraged me to write each of the kids a letter telling them where I'm going and that I will always be available to them.

I told him that I had thoughts of just not showing up for the trial in August and letting Moira and her lawyer show up anyway. Nigel told me what I already knew, that I should inform them of my intention to move and that I wasn't interested in moving forward with a trial. I thought it was interesting that Nigel didn't tell me almost two years ago when we started this journey that it was hopeless and that even back then, regardless of any and all hoops I was willing to jump through that there was little chance that things were going to go my way.

So here we are, a new chapter in the book of life. Soon I will move to Los Angeles to be with the woman I love, to start a new life. . . again. . . and create a new family with Polly, Buster & Me.

I'm really excited about the move and think that Nigel's recommendations were all good.

I don't know if you noticed or not, but a few months ago I made a conscious decision to be done with the never ending saga that was my divorce and battle to see my kids. Although the lawyer letters and letters from the state never stopped coming, I stopped posting them here on my blog. I'm done with it, I'm In love and I'm moving on with my life.

As part of my closure and to those fans who thought my endless divorce ramblings on this blog were these best part of my 4 year reality soap opera show, I'll probably include the letters to Moira, her lawyer and my 3 kids: Max, Hope & Liam.