And a woman told me, four separate times, in plain language, twice in writing, that she wanted to look at it before I signed anything.
A professional. Who I was paying. Whose entire job was to stop exactly this happening to exactly me.
And I said no to all four of them.
Because somewhere in those eleven months I had decided that going after that money would make me the kind of woman Ramsey had already said I was — and that staying away from it would prove I was not.
If somebody whose job it is to protect you asks you to let them check something —
let them check it.
Even when it has already taken eleven months. Even when you are tired. Even when you have wanted it finished for four months and the pen is already in your hand.
Especially when some part of you wants to be seen walking away clean — by somebody whose opinion you are supposed to have stopped caring about eleven months ago.
