The hearing was postponed again


This isn't my usual Sunday letter. But something happened this week that I didn't want to sit on until the weekend, so you're hearing from me a few days early.

I thought this Thursday was finally going to be the day.

After a very long legal process, I was scheduled to be back in court on September 3 for a contempt hearing connected to my divorce.

The divorce was filed nearly three years ago, and the final decree was entered more than two and a half years ago. Since then, there have been multiple motions, appeals, and attempts to challenge that decree. I filed the contempt case in June 2025 because the court-ordered payment and property had still not been turned over.

More than fourteen months later, I am still waiting for the court to decide one very simple question: Was the court order followed?

This week, the September 3 hearing was postponed again because of a procedural issue involving the appellate process. Because the case is still active, I'm not going to get into the legal details here. There will be another hearing date, and when I can say more, I will.

What I can tell you is how it feels.

I am angry. I am disappointed. I am tired of preparing myself emotionally for a moment of accountability, only to watch the date move again.

And if I'm being completely transparent, I've struggled with God over this one. I keep wondering why this has been allowed to go on for so long. Why another delay? Why another obstacle? Why, when I finally think I am about to get an answer, does the finish line move again?

I don't have a neat spiritual lesson to wrap around it today. I don't understand it, and maybe I don't have to understand it yet.

Sometimes I think we put too much pressure on ourselves to immediately turn every disappointment into a lesson. Maybe sometimes disappointment is simply disappointment.

Sometimes resilience doesn't look like being cheerful or saying, "Everything happens for a reason."

Sometimes resilience looks like saying:

This hurts.
I don't understand it.
I don't like it.
And I'm still going to keep going.

That's where I am right now.

The hearing was postponed. The case is not over. And neither am I.

One more thing before I go, and I want to shift gears for a second.

Over the past year, more than a few of you have told me, "You should put all of this in a book."

Maybe I will. The truth is, these Sunday Letters have already become a kind of living record of everything I've walked through — the decisions, the hard lessons, the legal mess, the starting over, the ridiculous moments, and the slow process of figuring out who I am on the other side of all of it.

So for the first time, I've added a Buy Me a Coffee link.

Nothing is changing. These letters are not going behind a paywall, and there is absolutely no obligation to contribute. But if you've ever read one and thought, "Jane, you really should keep writing this," or even, "I'd buy you a cup of coffee for that one," now there's a simple way to support the writing.

For now, I'll just keep writing the next chapter.

Jane
(and Jaycee)

The Jane & Jaycee Project

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