I was served today.
The man wouldn’t hand the court documents to my provider. No, they were personally delivered.
I was expecting. I knew it was coming, but it was so surreal.
I know about the process, the procedure behind filing a lawsuit. It was drilled into me in law school and through bar study (of which I still have tons of useless facts tumbling through my head). I’ve seen it dramatically done on tv.
It’s not the same. There’s no screaming, no hissy fit. Just this sinking feeling in my stomach reminding me that it’s kind of serious.
And of course I can’t disclose why I’m being sued until I speak to my lawyer.
The irony is that I’ve been contemplating going back to law school to get my LLM. Oy.