I.Am.Done! I have cried every day for the last two weeks. Neither Cousinfucker nor anybody in his dysfunctional, fucked up family have given me the courtesy of letting me in on what the hell was going on with him. I finally got a message from his lawyer to mine letting her know that “someone on his behalf” let her know that he was going to be occupied three days a week for four hours at a time and no one knew how many weeks or months that may be. OK, that news for some reason sent me into a fresh round of tears. Why? I do not know. I pretty much figured this was going to be the game he played so I have no idea why it hit me so hard. But it did. Once again I was hit with the realization that he doesn’t ever plan to step up to the plate.
So today I woke up feisty. I decided I am just not taking it anymore. I’m going to insist that my lawyer fight til the death for every.damn.cent that sonofabitch should be paying me. I don’t give a shit if I’m confiscating tax returns for the next 20 years. If he’s going to play this “woe is me; I can’t hold a steady job after 20 years of doing so and 15 years of earning 6 figures” well, then, I’m going to make sure he doesn’t make a single red cent and he go back to being the poor white trash he started out as. If I have nothing else I have the ability to financially ruin him. If he’s not going to pay me anyway that’s exactly what I will do. I want my arrears. I want my half of the money he spent on the whore. I want my share of the stock he walked away from. I want him to have to pay the difference between what I should have had to pay for medical bills and what I did have to pay because of him switching jobs. I want him to have to pay for the prescriptions, too. I want to be reimbursed for the damn car insurance I’ve paid on his behalf these last 6 months. I’m not going to give him any breaks. He doesn’t deserve them.
That brings me to my next point and the second reason I am beyond done with this asswipe. Seems that my poor traumatized hubby is not so traumatized that he can’t inform our insurance company that we are divorcing and he is taking me off of the policy when it expires later this summer. He was also up for letting them know that he was no longer in the house and that I would be remaining here; therefore, I needed to get the home owner’s insurance policy put into my name.
Joke’s on him! I’m NOT staying here and they aren’t putting the policy in my name. I even contacted my lawyer and she told me to let him know that he needed to insure the house because it was his debt, and his alone. Ha! Suck it, Cousinfucker!
He also told the agent that I was responsible for paying the insurance bill for both of our cars. I had closed our joint checking account and I wanted to see if that had been paid. Of course it hadn’t! I paid my share and I was even generous enough to pay the fee because the payment had been declined by our bank. But I told her they could send him a bill for his insurance. You know why? Because I don’t owe it to him to pay that. It wasn’t one of the specific bills that I was ordered to pay and even if it had been that is all contingent on HIM paying ME. He’s not; therefore, I’m not. He’s so fucking arrogant that he honestly believes I should be draining my account in order to pay all of the household bills. His money is for him and for the whore and her kids. Again, I say, “Suck it, Cousinfucker!”