Slow Life - Post Covid

 

I was living 80mins drive from central Tokyo in a small town (village?) that has a population of just under 7000. 

This was supposed to be our holiday home, but today this is where I call my sanctuary. I divide my time between my flat in Tokyo and my sanctuary; I also own a house that I do not live in and I apparently have no right to live in while it is my soon to be ex-husband’s residence for now. Until the divorce is final. 

Rather than worry about assets, I have filed for an emergency ruling on legal guardianship of our 13 year old son before litigating for the divorce itself. This is to protect my son from the toxic behaviours of his father. The family courts open usually from Jan 4, but this year it will be from the 6th. 

Until then I’m enjoying the slow-life. Life before my soon to be ex husband goes ballistic over the filing and accuses me of going to war. Life before I receive a barrage of passive aggressive texts and emails at all hours of the day; so excessive to the point I have to block him again. Life before he does something crazy and irreparable in terms of divorce outcomes. 

He’s one of those people who has to be right, to win every argument at any cost. Wants to die on every hill… I feel for his divorce lawyer, but alas, she took him on as a client. 

Today I chose to live quietly and peacefully in my sanctuary. My slow life in my beautiful sanctuary. 

My love, N, is also my spiritual and emotional sanctuary.