Still waiting on the judgement so I’m still posting Blasts From the Past. This one is about the time I found out CF and Harley were engaged and my daughter saw Harley posting on Facebook about “missing the comfort she had grown accustomed to.” Yeah, that comfort is another woman’s husband, bitch!
These past 2 days have been exhausting. I think I cried more in these last 2 days than I have in the previous 28. I know I have because other than when I told the kids I haven’t cried at all.
So in the latest installment of “My Husband is a Giant Lying Douchebag” I find out Harley is wearing a diamond ring. So nice they’re engaged before he’s even divorced. He’s put a deposit down on a Great Dane puppy. He’s interviewing for a job in Indianapolis. And according to the whore, the last time he was discovered he didn’t have enough time to liquidate his assets to get out. Oh, his “business trip” for Mars? Not a business trip according to my source. She had to go to Nashville, he said, for work and Zack went with her. Apparently there is another trip in the works this coming weekend. I think it’s fantastic how his PTSD and anxiety have magically disappeared!
Then there was the drama. Whore posts on Facebook last week after her long Labor Day weekend with another woman’s husband: Sleepless night. I miss the comfort I’ve grown so accustomed to. My daughter sees this. My daughter is furious. She sends her “father” a text, telling him it is distressing to see his mistress posting all over social media about sleeping with him. She goes on to tell him that she knows he doesn’t give a shit about her mother but she thought he at least cared about her and Picasso but apparently not since he leaves every weekend. She follows it up with how she gets that the whore is sleeping with him while he’s still married but maybe she shouldn’t be posting that all over social media. She signed it your daughter Rock Star X (soon to be Awesome) in case you forgot. His reply is epic:
Rock Star, I love you with all of my heart. You and your brother will not speak to me and I know that is all my fault. I don’t know if you will ever speak to me again but you will never be able to say that I don’t love you completely. You ARE my daughter. You will always be my daughter and I will always be there for anything you need.
I leave on the weekend because I am not welcome there. I am paying for everything and I am not welcome at all. Everyone eats and I starve even though I paid for it. The doors are locked every time I walk out the door. And there are now bells on it for some reason.
There is nothing on social media at all. I don’t know who told you that or what you saw, but it was nothing that was posted by her. I love you so much and I wish we could talk. If you want to change your name that is your decision. But I will always be your father.
Outstanding! I don’t know why I continue to be amazed at his ability to make himself out to be the victim. That was truly amazing though. I did not see that twist coming. He only leaves every weekend because he’s not welcome here. It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s fucking his cousin. If only I would cook him dinner and bring him a plate, do his laundry and let him know how happy I am that he’s having an affair and deserting us he’d stick around! Do you KNOW these kids, asshole?
The part about the bells makes me laugh every time I read it. Like, genuinely laugh. And there are bells on the door now! The inhumanity! Can you believe it? My brother told me if that sets him off I should put bells everywhere!
I love how on one hand he tells her he’ll always be there for her knowing that on the other hand he’s actively trying to move outside the state. His daughter tells him she’s changing her name to my maiden name and his response is it’s her choice but he’ll always be her father????? Hey, asshole, take a minute to get your dick out of your whore’s pussy and look around! Your daughter is begging you to fight for her but you’re so damn busy impressing people that you shouldn’t be that you can’t see what’s right in front of your face!
My daughter is a rockstar though. She turns right around and tells him: First of all you’re not paying for everything and yes she is posting shit so don’t you dare try and lie to me about that. She goes on to send him a screenshot of his little whore’s post. Then adds: And also nobody’s eating because everybody is so stressed about everything. I will not eat because I have no appetite because I am so stressed.
And then once again he plays the poor hapless victim: I didn’t see that post. I wasn’t trying to lie to you. And you need to eat or you are going to get sick. But you’re never going to listen to anything I say ever again.
Eat shit and die, motherfucker! Excuse me, I meant cousinfucker!
At the same time this is going on my mother discovers that Pastor Fake has liked this particular post. Now, it could be Tammy Faye using his page but nonetheless, my mother saw red. And she private messaged him. Told him that if it wasn’t bad enough that she saw it because her granddaughter found it and pointed it out to her, she then sees where he has liked the post. She goes on to tell him that she is amazed that he actually likes a post where this person is talking about how much she misses having Zack, Rock Star’s father and her daughter’s husband, in her bed. You’re supposed to be a man of God, she tells him. What is your version of the 10 Commandments? Well done, my mother.
Best part is that all of this was done without me! My mom saw the post, pointed out to her by Rock Star, and was furious. Rock Star was pissed off as well. These are called consequences, folks! Oh, but I know it’s all my fault.
I hate him so fucking much. Today I should have a little over $2300 put into our joint account. It’s what he thinks he’s going to pay me in spousal and child support. So today when he comes home for lunch I think I’m going to tell him his share of the bills so far is xxxx and he needs to pony up or he can move out. I’m done being nice. I tried being civil and living with him but he continues to smack me in the face. He’s putting just enough in to cover the bills (well, it won’t cover them this pay period) and I’m left pulling money out of savings to buy groceries and anything the kids might need. Yes, those kids he loves so much and promised that they would never go without anything! Meanwhile, he has plenty of money to blow on his whore and her kids- diamonds and puppies and cars, oh my! Why? Because he takes all of his money and spends it on whatever he wants. The money I get is spent on bills. I’m hoping he doesn’t realize I can’t legally force him out of the house.
I’ve been working on the conversation and it goes something like this: Your share of the household bills comes to xxxx. He of course will be appalled that I would suggest he pay because he’s already paid in his mind. So I say: We’re still married, which means I’m legally entitled to half of your paycheck. That means that you get $2400 and I get $2400. I live here in this house and you still live here in this house. I don’t know why on earth you think my entire $2400 should go towards paying all of the household bills while your $2400 goes towards your whore and her kids. This is your half of the household bills so far. I’ll let you know what the electric bill comes to when it comes in. You can pay half or you can go live in a hotel room. I would suggest getting your own apartment but I know you’re interviewing for jobs outside of the state so I’m sure you don’t want to get sucked into a one year lease. I’m done living on savings to buy groceries and whatever your kids need while you live it up like a single bachelor without a care in the world.
And then if he tells me he’ll stop the money coming in to me I’ll tell him fine. I’ll have the mortgage payments stopped. It won’t affect my credit but it might make trying to buy a house later on more difficult for him. You do what you gotta do and I’ll do what I need to do. You let me know how you think you’re going to look in court when you go before a judge and try to explain why you abruptly cut off your wife of almost 21 years, leaving her, a stay at home wife and mother for over 15 years, with nothing.