To say that the deposition was horrible would be generous. Of course the opposing counsel was late by over an hour and a half (I somehow knew there would be delays), and then once they arrived, they began firing away their questions like cross-fire. While the attorney for the other driver was nasty and deliberately vague as could be expected, our insurance company wound up being no picnic either. She had me restate information, delved into my personal life from 10 years ago, and even inquired about any mental health counselling I had undergone- in short, she tried to paint me as a lunatic. The kicker? My law firm now has to deliberate how and if it can proceed with the case, because the other driver had so little insurance.
I left feeling impossibly drained, humiliated, and dejected; I had spoken with our lawyers after the deposition, and had tried to avoid the tears from welling over. I even wandered around downtown for a bit after I left in order to clear my head, looking at kiosks and contemplating whether I should cheer myself up with some retail therapy. But I was so out of it, I didn't even find anything I liked. I really want to believe that in the end something positive will come out of this whole lawsuit, but it really has felt like being kicked a third time: first the accident, then struggling to regain my health, and now a lawsuit that is just all-around brutal. It makes me wonder how much more Hashem really thinks I can take before I go bonkers. In which event I would need a mental health professional. Hmmm.
I suppose I will just have keep soldering on and hoping for the best. After all, what else can you do in this life?
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