you dont *have* to answer this, but if you'd like to, what did you sue your ex for?
I'd be happy to answer, mostly because the process was actually a lot easier than I thought. It seemed kind of daunting at first but small claims court is a lot more straightforward than people anticipate. So like. If you're in a similar situation I highly suggest you consider going through small clams. Depending on how much money you're looking for, you have to pay a small court fee (mine was about $100), but if you win the defendant has to cover the fee (at least this was the case in my state).
My ex and I lived together for half a year during which he did not pay any of the rent he promised (which totaled to around $5k since he was only paying about 25% of the total rent...guess who was covering the rest...). After we broke up I asked for the money that he owed since...well, he owed it to me, to which he responded that he "legally didn't owe me a cent."
So I took him to small claims. And here we are :)
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Entanglements
(Emmaera Lavellan/Cullen | 704 Words | No warnings)
Emmaera’s second favorite thing about retirement was that she got to wake up as slowly or quickly as she wished.
This morning was a slow one, the sun drifting lazily higher in the sky, shifting its light on the bedroom floor where the curtains didn’t quite reach the edge of the window. She’d been awake for some time, listening to Cullen’s soft breathing. Perhaps she ought to have risen for the day. She’d considered it. But their legs were tangled together, bare and comfortable against the clean, fresh sheets and it was a rare morning that found his dreams wholly untroubled.
She ought to get up—but she burrowed deeper instead, keeping her hand still where her fingers twined with his. When she’d fallen asleep, he’d still been at work downstairs, so she knew she hadn’t been the one to reach for his hand. She was far too deep a sleeper for that.
There had been many, many times that she’d never expected him to trust her enough to reach for her like that—for comfort, for reassurance. She treasured it now.
As she thought so, her husband stirred on his pillow and cracked his eyes open.
“Mmm,” Cullen said, his voice thick, “Morning.”
“Morning,” she echoed, shifting against him, “I love you.
He smiled sleepily and flexed the fingers tangled with hers.
“Love you too,” he said, “‘Time’s it?”
“No idea,” Emma said, “Let’s never get out of bed.”
“We,” he told her with a yawn, “Would get hungry. Eventually.”
“Unfortunately, you’re right.”
Cullen let go of her hand, but only to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her closer. The sheets had wrapped around their legs at some point, and it would take some doing to untangle them when they finally stood to go about their day.
But not yet.
“Did you know,” he told her, nudging her nose with his own, “That you are exceptionally lovely in the morning?”
“Oh?” Emma said, and feathered a kiss over his upper lip, “Am I?”
“Mmm,” Cullen replied, squeezing her thigh tightly between his, “Yes.”
“Why’s that?”
“Why? Well,” he thought for a moment, sleep still clinging to his eyes. She smiled at him and kissed his cheeks while he thought—carefully, thoroughly, as if she wanted to be sure to cover each inch of them.
“Because there’s nothing else,” he said at last, “Just us. Nothing we have to do; nowhere we have to go. Because it reminds me that we have…as long as we want. Just the two of us. And I recall how lucky I am to be the one who gets to see you first in the morning.”
He thought for a moment, but shook his head slightly.
“That’s it. That’s all.”
“Well, I think it’s a fine reason,” she murmured, leaning forward to kiss him, “And I am glad of the same; you are adorable with your curls all mussed and pillow creases on your cheek.”
Cullen grimaced, as she’d known he would, and, laughing, Emma kissed his nose.
“I mean it,” she told him, “I mean it! My favorite hair in the whole world; my favorite cheek, and nose, and—”
He wrinkled his nose at her again and hauled her over him until she was lying across his chest. Emma squeaked, then laughed and kissed him again.
“If you’re going to tease,” he said very severely, “I am going to climb out of this bed and find us food.”
“Are you?” she said, unsuccessfully trying to untangle her legs from the sheets, “And how are you going to manage that, Commander, when you’ve put me directly in your way?”
“How indeed,” he murmured, catching her hips in his hands and squeezing, “It is a mystery. Perhaps you can convince me to stay put instead.”
It was hard to kiss him when she was smiling so widely—but Emma supposed the effort was worth the reward, in the end.
When it came to Cullen, she’d found, it often was—which was why, without question, her first favorite thing about retirement was that she didn’t have to spend it alone. He would be right there, at her side, for as long as they had.
Of that, there was no doubt in Emma’s mind.
(for Day 7 of @14daysdalovers: Tangled. Wanted something cozy for these two c:)
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