Epilogue
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I was beginning to despair of ever getting rid of Gillian Reynolds. The combination of a mentally unstable ex partner and an unscrupulous solicitor is deadly. But finally , it’s OVER! Even after I moved out and handed over the keys we still got a letter from John Reidy full of wild allegations about damage I’d done to the property and threats to sue me and her sister was going to sue me and for all I know the entire Co Dublin was going to sue me. This delayed the payment of my settlement. But by now, after almost four years of litigation , I am well used to all this sabre rattling so I told her to do something anatomically impossible to herself and last Thursday I got the final cheque and I am rid of her and all belonging to her. It wouldn’t be true to say that I have no regrets. I made some bad choices. Getting involved with Gillian at all was a bad choice. Buying a house with her AFTER I’d broken up with her (don’t ask, I was obviously having a psychic episode!) was a VERY bad choice. And I do regret not laying criminal charges against her when she assaulted me in 2006.
However, I got to experience life down the country, made some very good friends and in the end Gillian landed up paying most of my legal bills as well as sticking herself with a mortgage of €208000 on a property which, due to the Irish property meltdown, is worth about €100000 now. And I also got the Aga cooker! How bad?