Do They Lie To Protect Us?

I was reading another blog not long ago and the author was talking about lying and the different types of lying. Apparently, the only bad kind of lying is the kind where you are purposefully trying to harm another person. It’s okay to lie to protect someone’s feelings. It’s okay (although non-productive) to lie to yourself. It’s okay to lie to protect yourself.

I’m not going to quibble about the rightness or wrongness of the different types of lies. What I do take issue with is this idea presented that cheaters lie to protect our feelings.

No, they do not. CF did not lie to me about Harley because he wanted to protect my feelings. He lied to me so that when he sent her money and told me, “Oh, if you see wire transfers I’ve been sending money to my mom for groceries,” I would never question him and say something like, “Really? Are you sure you’re not funneling marital funds to your no good, hooker-whore cousin?” He lied to me so that he could buy his cousin and her kid new iPhones when her own husband tossed them off his plan, and I would be none the wiser. I dutifully got online and paid that bill for the next few months before I realized what was going on. He lied to me so that he could go away for the weekend and not have to explain himself when he got back because I thought he was visiting his mom, or seeing his best friend. He lied to me so that he could get his ducks lined up in order to leave us. He set up a bank account. He interviewed for jobs. His plan was to not say a word and just vanish one day. None of that shit was about protecting my feelings.

Yes, finding out my husband was cheating on me was horrific. It hurt like hell. Finding out I had been duped was much worse. Never once did that man think, “Oh my, if Sam ever found out I was fucking my cousin again it would destroy her. I simply must keep this under wraps and lie to protect her fragile feelings.” No, his thought process was much more along the lines of, “How can I get out of this marriage with the most stuff and the least consequences?”

If he cared so much about my feelings and how hurt I would be a simple solution would have been to NOT have an affair.

This idea that cheaters lie to protect our feelings is absolute bullshit. No, it goes beyond that. It’s infuriating. They don’t lie to protect us. They lie to protect themselves.

Aaaannnnd… He’s Lost His Ever Loving Mind

I’m going to be honest. I was going to post this last night but I had already written Banging My Head Against a Brick Wall, and after what I’m going to post tonight there’s no way in hell I will ever be willing to help that sociopath get closer to my children.

He has lost his damn mind. Seriously! According to the one sister of his that I still occasionally talk to she has been reaching out to him all this time and he has been rebuffing her efforts. He has closed her off because she’s not telling him he’s wonderful and he had every right to toss his wife and kids aside for his side piece ho. According to her she told him he was going to lose his ass in this divorce. He didn’t believe her. She has told him repeatedly that she doesn’t agree with what he did or how he went about it, and she certainly doesn’t approve of what he’s done to his kids by walking away.

Now I will admit I have been poking the bear somewhat. Only in the sense that the bear would have to be actively looking for me. Okay, full disclosure. Once the divorce was final I changed my name on Facebook and announced to the world of Facebook precisely what he did- namely that he cheated on me after moving across the country, that he moved out of the house without saying a word to his kids, and that we lost everything thanks to him. That’s the very condensed version.

Again, the bear would have to be checking out my Facebook page. Oh yeah, did I mention I set that post to “Public”? I did. I decided that if the bear wants to snoop, the bear is going to get an eyeful.

His sister replied to that post and basically said no one deserved to be treated the way that the kids and I had been treated.

Over the next few days I again publicly posted some pictures of the mobster and me. Some with all of us. I even posted that I was in a relationship with him. Again, his sister replied and congratulated me.

Less than a week ago we were messaging through Facebook. It was fairly benign stuff. Again she told me how she disagreed with how he had handled things. We talked about her new life, the mobster, things having to do with the divorce.

Then last night she calls me and tells me she got a delusional, ranting message from him. She wasn’t kidding. I swear to God, he is losing it. What follows is some of the most disordered crap I’ve ever heard out of him.

Some people would be surprised by the complete and utter betrayal of a family member. I on the other hand would expect nothing less from you. I mean it is a fact that you abandoned me as a child of 5 all alone while running off to Florida. It is a fact that your ex-husband did federal prison time for trafficking cocaine and you had no issue with that. It is fact that you stole a car from your father after he delivered it to you in Atlanta. It is fact that you held up the estate of your father for pure greed and lust for money that was not yours. You know that tile is bullshit. So why am I not surprised that you support a disgusting whore and aided her in getting the maximum money possible from me. You never asked my side of the events, you only saw that maybe you could get some money out of her. Good luck. She is smarter than you. I hope you enjoy your victory. Never doubt what I am capable of. Never doubt that neither of you was smart enough to find the vast majority of what you were looking for. I am the smartest person you will ever come across. And now you have joined the list of my enemies. That is a very exclusive list. Rot in hell bitch. I will finish you off as well!!

Oh and by the way the cunt you are supporting is now engaged in an adulterous relationship with her boyfriend. He is not divorced. He hasn’t even filed. So all the bad done to her… boo hoo… is now being perpetuated on another family.

I hope you can sleep at night. Better learn how to accomplish that with one eye open. My vengeance will be felt by all.

Feel free to use a dictionary to translate some of the words here. I tried to dumb it down as much as possible, but there is only so much a genius can do to speak to the plebes.

He’s insane! I mean, seriously, insane. Who in the hell goes around telling people that they are the smartest person you will ever come across?

Let’s take a closer look, shall we?

Some people would be surprised by the complete and utter betrayal of a family member. I on the other hand would expect nothing less from you.

Yes, because we all know how much family means to you. On one hand, you like to fuck your cousin. On the other hand, you’ve abandoned your kids. I wonder how they label what you’ve done to them?

I mean it is a fact that you abandoned me as a child of 5 all alone while running off to Florida. It is a fact that your ex-husband did federal prison time for trafficking cocaine and you had no issue with that. It is fact that you stole a car from your father after he delivered it to you in Atlanta. It is fact that you held up the estate of your father for pure greed and lust for money that was not yours. You know that tile is bullshit.

It is a fact that 78% of all NFL players are bankrupt two years after finishing their careers. It is a fact that male koalas have two penises. It is a fact that a snail can sleep for more than three years at a time.

So why am I not surprised that you support a disgusting whore and aided her in getting the maximum money possible from me.

Oh hell no! You did not just go there. I’m a disgusting whore? I think you’re describing your cousin, your sister, and your mother. Take that plank out of your own eye, dude!

You never asked my side of the events, you only saw that maybe you could get some money out of her. Good luck. She is smarter than you.

Well, thanks for that. At least I’m smarter than her! But why on earth would she ever think I would be giving her money? That’s your paranoia. You’re not rational.

While we’re dissecting this small piece of mental instability I’d like to point out that you’re lying again. You’ve told her countless versions of your truth. Don’t you remember telling her I filed for divorce and you had no idea why? Or telling her I put all of your things in black trash bags and took them out to the curb to put in the trash? Or that I refused to let you take anything from the house? She has repeatedly reached out to you and you’ve had plenty of opportunity to tell her “your side” of events. All of which, I’m sure, boils down to: Waaaah! My mean ex-wife had a public Facebook page where she wrote her feelings about my whore and my family after I betrayed her. Can you believe she wouldn’t just forget everything and act like nothing had happened?

I hope you enjoy your victory. Never doubt what I am capable of.

Is it just me or is that a threat?

Never doubt that neither of you was smart enough to find the vast majority of what you were looking for.

Well good! I’m sure your lawyer would love to hear that while you pay her a measly $50 a week to get current you are sitting on a vast pile of wealth. Would I be correct in assuming that you will no longer whine about poverty and how you can’t possibly pay me what has been ordered? I mean, afterall, you are so smart and you managed to tuck so much away. I’m sure the judge would love to hear about all the money you pilfered away as well. I’m not nearly as smart as you but I’m very certain that when the opposing counsel asks for documents in discovery and you decline to provide them you are breaking the law. So keep up the bragging. At some point you’re either going to end up in jail or you’re going to have to eat your words.

I’m also thinking that lust for money you accused your sister of is a bit of projection on your part. You’re just pissed because you’ve got to pay me more than you wanted to.

I am the smartest person you will ever come across.

Again, who says crap like this?

And now you have joined the list of my enemies. That is a very exclusive list. Rot in hell bitch. I will finish you off as well!!

Ah, another threat! Fear the enemies list! It is, however, quite exclusive so pat yourself on the back for achieving such a high honor.

Oh and by the way the cunt you are supporting is now engaged in an adulterous relationship with her boyfriend. He is not divorced. He hasn’t even filed. So all the bad done to her… boo hoo… is now being perpetuated on another family.

First of all, FUCK YOU with your “so all the bad done to her… boo hoo…” bullshit. Bad was done to me. You did it, you arrogant fuck.

Second, you are once again talking out of your ass. Yes, according to Virginia law I’m in an adulterous relationship. However, I will once again point out for those who aren’t victim morphing psychopaths, that his wife LEFT HIM. She had been cheating on him for months. She had been disappearing for days at a time before this. She moved in with her boyfriend. Much like the ex with whom I deal she walked out of the house without saying a word to her kids.

Furthermore, he was all set to get divorced ahead of schedule. Talked to her about going through a “do it yourself” divorce. She agreed. All that needed to be done was for her to sign the property settlement agreement. They had someone willing to swear that they had been separated for a year. When it came time to sign the papers, she wouldn’t do it. So yes, he has filed. He has paid an attorney to draw all this crap up. I’ve seen the damn text messages between the two of them where he’s asking her to sign, asking her what she wants, and she just ignores it. She’s as disordered as Cousinfucker. No wonder they’re such great friends.

I am NOT like you. I am not like Harley. I have not done a damn thing to another family. He was never fucking around behind her back with me. My “husband” was living in another state with his precious whore cousin when I met the mobster.

You know the funny thing? When it was obvious that things were going to get serious between me and the mobster I told him two things. First, I told him she would be sniffing around once again when she realized he was involved with someone else. Secondly, I told him it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if she started trying to sell this bullshit story of me being the other woman and they would be happily reconciled if not for me.

I hope you can sleep at night. Better learn how to accomplish that with one eye open. My vengeance will be felt by all.

BAER. Yet another threat. Blah, blah, blah. Vengeance is mine… blah, blah, blah. Try another line, you whiny baby.

Feel free to use a dictionary to translate some of the words here. I tried to dumb it down as much as possible, but there is only so much a genius can do to speak to the plebes.

Off the rails much? Hey, I don’t begrudge you your moment of superiority.

Do you need a dictionary to look that word up, genius?

With Miracles Comes Drama

You knew there had to be a catch, didn’t you?

CF struck again. I was telling Rock Star that Christmas was going to be a little lean but that once I had my money I would get her the more expensive gift she wanted. That’s when she informed me her dad had sent her a text the day before, letting her know that I had received my child and spousal support in full.

I know what you’re thinking. You must be imagining him as a jolly Christmas elf, spreading Christmas cheer! Don’t worry, Rock Star! Daddy has come through for you. You’re going to have a great Christmas because I finally did the right thing and paid your mom the court ordered support I owe her. I didn’t spend it all on my home wrecker cousin and her brood before taking a look at what was left over and then sending some your way. No, baby doll, it’s Christmas! I want you and your brother to be happy and to have everything you want this year!  The sky’s the limit!  It’s going to be like Christmases of yesterday. Daddy loves you and misses you and I hope we can use this holiday season to bridge the gap between us because it’s killing me to not have you and your brother in my life!

Of course, you would be wrong. Basically, he was telling her he wouldn’t be sending a gift her way because I was taking all his money. How was it he put it? Your mother should be buying you some really nice gifts because I’m paying her $4600/month and will be for the rest of my life.

There are so many things wrong with that. Where do I even begin? Let’s start with this: He made my kid cry. That sad sack sonofabitch with his “poor me” routine and utter obliviousness to what he’s put his own children through, made my kid cry. Fuck him!

Or how about the obvious lie he told- I’m paying her $4600/month and will be for the rest of my life. He will not be paying me $4600/month for the rest of his life. His support amount will go down in June when she graduates. It will go down again once Picasso graduates in another 3 1/2 years. After both kids are 18 he will be paying only his $2800 in spousal support and even that is not for life, unless he has a terminal illness I’m not aware of. It will last for 16 years. Hardly a life time. Hell, we were married longer than that.

I won’t even fault him for telling her that he sent the support. I’m a big proponent of telling the kids the truth, especially when they’re teens. I don’t care if they know how much I get from him each month. I’d planned on going over our budget with them later next month anyway.

I do fault him for acting like the hapless victim once again. Not once in this long text message did he ever ask her how she was doing. He never apologized for his behavior or his choices. He didn’t even tell her that he loved her.

No. You know what he did do? He told her he knew that she hated him but “her mother was doing the exact same thing.”

I was right. He somehow hacked my FB page and he’s been talking to the mobster’s STBX. I don’t know who contacted whom but I know they’ve been talking. How do I know this?

CF proceeded to tell my daughter that my “boyfriend” was still married and that he had physically abused his wife. He knew this was true because he heard it directly out of her mouth. We all know how truthful lying cheaters are. Throw in alcoholism on top of that and you’ve got yourself a fantastic inside source.

Yes, I’m doing exactly the same thing that Cousinfucker and Harley did. I’m sneaking around behind my husband’s back, letting him think that we are happily married and I’m committed to him and only him, while I fuck around with another man. I’m letting him think I’m going through a mental breakdown and while he’s telling me he’s going to stand by me and won’t ever leave me I’m making plans with the help of my mommy to dump his ass for my cousin. I’m taking marital funds and spending it on another man and his kids while letting my own kids go without. In fact, I didn’t announce this on my blog but I’ve recently vacated my home and moved in with the mobster all without saying a single word to my kids. I just got in the car one day, went to work, and then moved out of state.

Likewise, the mobster is sneaking around behind his wife’s back, telling her how much he loves her and wants to remain married, while he messes around with me.

That’s a little difficult when she’s living with another man! Not just any man either. The man she fucked around on him with. The man she introduced their daughter to as a benign friend. The man who had the balls to talk to the mobster like nothing was going on while he fucked his wife behind his back. The man she fucking left him for and promptly moved in with all without saying a fucking word to him or his kids. Sound familiar?

Those two nincompoops are so caught up in their poor me, I’m such a victim, why is this all happening to innocent little ol’ me mentality that they really think it is the same thing.

Fuck them both! Yes, I am still married, and so is the mobster. I no longer give a shit. We are the cheated on spouses. They lied to us, they betrayed us, they humiliated us. THEY left US. THEY are both living with OTHER PEOPLE and have been since the day they left our homes.

I am NOT the other woman. I did not traipse into someone else’s intact marriage and say, “Oooh, I want that!” His ex had already moved in with her married boyfriend. She had left him two months before I ever knew he existed. He had already begun taking the steps to file for divorce.

And what in the hell is with the abuse narrative that all these cheating women come up with? She’s not the first I’ve heard of. Hell, watch an episode of ID TV and you’ll hear it over and over. It’s not enough that she leaves him. It’s not enough that she leaves her kids behind without saying a word. No, now she has to malign him and try to assassinate his character.

For the grand finale he begged her to call her grandmother, good ol’ Tammy Faye, the orchestrator of this lovely affair-y tale. It was something along the lines of: I know you hate me but she’s done nothing to you. She’s going crazy not seeing you. She loves you and misses you.

Yes, she misses her grandchildren so much that she doesn’t bother reaching out to them. Oh, she used to comment on Rock Star’s Facebook page. Until Rock Star unfriended her. And she sent Picasso a Christmas card with a similar message, telling him how much she misses him and sure wishes she could see him again. She’ll send a birthday card and a Christmas card, but aside from that… nothing.

Any of them could get in the car and drive up here to see their beloved grandchildren/niece/nephew, but none of them do. Why not? Because it’s too much of an inconvenience. Much better to expect me to drive them, or to have my brand new driver make the 5-6 hour drive, right?

One final detail. He told her he had no way of contacting her brother as he didn’t have his phone number.

Huh. That’s strange. Picasso has had the same number since he got his first phone. How does he not have the phone number because he sure as hell had it 2 years ago?

Thankfully Rock Star saw through her dad’s bullshit. She said she thought about texting him back, calling him on his lies, but she decided it wasn’t worth it. She was smart enough to see it for what it was- yet another ploy for sympathy. As she said, “Sorry you’re just now experiencing consequences!” She pointed out that he never once asked about her and her well being, only lamented his own. He still doesn’t seem to get that he ruined her life- twice! First, making her move from Utah, destroying everything she knew there, and then making her leave Virginia and forcing her to leave behind her new life she built. She’s pissed and she has every right to be.

She also brought up the fact that her grandmother is not without fault. Tammy Faye did do something to her- she urged the whore to call her father. Even if that hadn’t happened she still condones what her dad and the whore are doing and Rock Star won’t forgive her for that. There are consequences for your actions, and unfortunately Tammy Faye is just now learning that. There’s that ugly word again. And I’m sure it never dawns on them that any of this is a direct result of their own bad choices. No, it’s all horrible things being done to them, these loving, sweet Christians who are so good and kind and do nothing wrong.

As for me and the mobster, well, she pretty much said the exact same thing I just said. It’s not the same thing. She knows his wife left him. She knows he would be divorced if his wife didn’t refuse to sign the papers. She knows he isn’t abusive.

I’m going to go off on a little tangent here and then bring it back and conclude this. This crap is exactly why you tell the kids the truth in age appropriate language. It’s why you report the facts and don’t editorialize. I’ve heard of way too many people who have taken the so called high road and had it backfire on them horribly- kids blaming them for divorcing their other parent, kids being persuaded by the cheating parent that the betrayed spouse is crazy or had it coming, the affair partner being benignly introduced to the kids as just someone new. It’s total crap. Tell them the truth or the cheater is going to be busy filling their head with lies.

These people aren’t content with cheating, lying, and leaving you. They want to destroy you, and they have no problem with lying over and over again if it makes them look good and makes you look bad. Get the facts out there because if you don’t, I assure you, the cheater will be getting their own version of what happened out there.

That’s why I’ve shut that shit down every single time I’ve had it happen. His sister messaged me to say I would always be a part of her family because I was the mother of her niece and nephew. Upon talking to her she told me all she had been told by her brother was that I had had him served with divorce papers and he was clueless as to why that may be. You can bet your ass I was on the phone immediately, filling her in. I didn’t editorialize. I simply told the truth: He’s having an affair with Harley again. That’s why I filed. He knows exactly why I filed for divorce.

Later on when she said he had told her he had been kicked out of the house and that I refused to let him take any of the household items with him I told her he had never asked for anything and that we were unaware he was moving out.

I didn’t call him an asshole or a liar in either of those situations. I simply corrected misinformation.

When his good friend from high school told me he had never known CF to lie I calmly listed the many lies he had told me. Again, I didn’t put him down; I corrected misinformation.

In conclusion, I’m doing my best to not let this get to me. I find it very creepy that CF and Batshit Crazy are talking to one another. Between the two of them they wouldn’t recognize the truth if it hit them square in the ass. They both love to play the victim while they go about victimizing people. They’ve both abandoned their kids and cheated on their spouse. I’m sure they are egging each other on.

On the other hand, once my divorce decree is signed, sealed, and delivered, I don’t give a shit what they talk about. They can pop popcorn and sit around a fire, trying to outdo one another with their crazy stories of their horrible ex. I’m not sure if Harley would participate or if she would just be pissed that her true love has a new bestie.

Rock Star seems convinced that he’s pissed that I’ve moved on. I’m not sure I believe that. I don’t really know what’s motivating him right now. Mainly, I think he’s just pissed he got his ass handed to him by the judge so he’s lashing out. He probably thought he had hit the mother lode when he realized I was dating again, and when he found the STBX of the man I was dating. Sorry, Charlie! Move along; nothing to see here. Don’t you have a whore to fuck?

An Open Letter to Cousinfucker, Part 3

I wish I could tell you this is the end but it’s not. I told you I had a lot to say!

Sam, let’s try to figure out a way to make this less stressful for all involved. I am saddened that you felt compelled to toss out all of my memories and my clothing.  There are so few of them in this house.  In spite of all that has happened we have a history and that cannot be erased no matter how badly you want it to go away.  So you have a choice.  You can be bitter and hateful toward me, or respect the fact that I am setting you free of the burden of being my wife.  I know you will take a hit financially but you will be well provided for, we both know that.  My attorney has you covered for the rest of your life.

So stop all of this foolishness.  Let our children know I love them and let’s act like adults and come to a healthy relationship apart from all of this.  I respect you as a mother and you have followed me around the country and I am grateful to you for that.  Let’s build a future relationship that we can both be happy for each other and our children and show them that happiness and being whole are vital to a person’s future.  I read everything you wrote on your fake Facebook page.  I know you have been very unhappy.  It’s evident in what you wrote and your depression has heightened in the past two years.  I know you will be whole without me, we aren’t good together.  So all that said I want you and I to work on this.  To be grown up about it for the sake of our children.

How dare you try to portray me as some depressed, pathetic individual! I don’t suffer from depression and it certainly hasn’t “worsened” over the last two years. No, I did not forget about your affair with your cousin the minute you said, “Oops, my bad!”  And yes, sometimes I would be triggered by events and it would make me sad.  For a day or two.  Then I would get over it and get on with my life. Yes, it has been difficult transitioning to life here but I’ve done it; I’m sorry I didn’t do it as quickly as you would have liked. You insisted that if you had to stay where we were much longer you would end up in a psych ward so we all sacrificed and gave up our lives there so that YOU would be happy.

Our daughter gave up her dream of competing gymnastics in college. She gave up her teammates and gymnastics.  She was just saying the other day, “Imagine how good I would be now if we had stayed.”  And when asked if she would rather have her life as a gymnast or the life she has here with cheerleading and high school gymnastics and her friends and boyfriend and great social life, she still, without hesitation, picked being a Level 10 gymnast. YOU took that away from her for your own selfish wants and desires.  YOU took that away from her so you could go have sex with your cousin.

And our son? Our son gave up hockey and cello.  He still talks about playing hockey again some day, still talks about how much he loved played the cello.  He likes playing the trombone (would have preferred to play the saxophone but I didn’t know what our money situation would be like and the trombone was cheaper than the sax) but he loved the cello.  And while he likes his two neighborhood friends he doesn’t really like his school and thinks most of his classmates are rednecks.

We all gave up all of our friends.  For YOU.  As for myself, I not only gave up all of my friends but also my support system.  See, when you have a husband who doesn’t think that raising the children is part of his responsibility it helps to have a great network of friends who can pitch in and help out at times.  People who can carpool with you.  People that you can call in a pinch and ask them for a favor.  It would be really nice to have all of those people around me now, now that you’ve left me for the same woman you cheated on me with two years ago. I loved my life in Utah.  I loved being active in PTA and would have volunteered to be the Associate Director of the region, if we didn’t move.  I loved my Bunko group. I loved volunteering at the schools and being involved, knowing people and what was going on.  I don’t have that here.  I gave it up for you and for your happiness.  I gave it up for our future. Our bogus future that you had no intention of honoring.

Once we got here you were no happier than you had been before. You told me you wanted to be the most important person in my life and once we moved and I had no one else you started to pull away. You constantly told other people you were convinced I was going to leave you when I would have never done that; I was committed to you, to our marriage, to our family.  You told your sister I wrote on my fake Facebook page (when you were almost “dying”) that you were annoying me and wasting my time.  THAT NEVER HAPPENED!  I double checked because I was appalled that I could actually say something like that.  I never wrote anything like that.

And as far as you dying?  Honey, they don’t give you the option of going to the ER if you’re near death.  And they don’t tell you you can be admitted or go home if you’re near death.

You know how you know it’s serious?  When they tell you you’re not leaving their office until you’ve either scheduled surgery to remove the ectopic pregnancy or been given a methotrexate shot to dissolve the ectopic pregnancy.  Of course, you wouldn’t know that because your response when I told you was that you couldn’t leave work.

I went through treatment for an ectopic pregnancy ON MY OWN and you whine because I called the doctor, made your appointment, took you to the ER, sat with you for hours, and encouraged you to let them admit you but apparently wasn’t, what, sympathetic enough?  At least I was there which is more than I can say for you.

And finally, yes, I was on Prozac briefly because I was finding it difficult to deal with all of YOUR issues: your refusal to get help, your withdrawal from me and your kids, your supposed PTSD and anxiety, your lies to everyone about me, dealing with the fact that you consistently turned to people who encouraged you to leave me, and your non-stop drinking. And yet I still hung in there, determined to stand by and help you.

I did everything I could and I never shied away from my own faults.  I immediately took responsibility for my part in the void between us the first time you confessed.  I NEVER placed all the blame on you.  Even though I should have.  Because you see, no one makes another person cheat.  That’s a decision YOU made- all on your own.

I did all the things you wanted me to do, all the things you said you felt were lacking. You wanted me to text you constantly so I texted constantly.  You wanted me to tell you every mundane thing that I did, so I told you about every mundane thing I did. You wanted to know where I was all day long so I updated you all the time. I sat outside on the porch and watched you while you did yard work and brought you something to drink when you would mow the lawn because you said that’s something you wanted me to do.  I twisted myself into a pretzel trying to be everything you wanted!

As soon as I found out you knew about the other Facebook page I shut it down so as not to hurt you any further. When your mom asked if I had ever told you I forgave you I told her I had never said those exact words but I had told you I was committed to us and I put all my trust in you and moved across the country a mere 6 hours from your mistress.  Then when I went to visit you in the psych ward I took your face in my hands and told you I loved you, I forgave you, I wasn’t going to leave you and we would get through all of this together.  And what did you do?  You started up another affair with your cousin after upending our lives.  All because you got your feelings hurt over a stupid Facebook page.

 

An Open Letter to Cousinfucker, Part 2

Welcome to Part 2 of the never-ending letter to CF in response to his vomit worthy text.

Sam, let’s try to figure out a way to make this less stressful for all involved. I am saddened that you felt compelled to toss out all of my memories and my clothing.  There are so few of them in this house.  In spite of all that has happened we have a history and that cannot be erased no matter how badly you want it to go away.  So you have a choice.  You can be bitter and hateful toward me, or respect the fact that I am setting you free of the burden of being my wife.  I know you will take a hit financially but you will be well provided for, we both know that.  My attorney has you covered for the rest of your life.

So stop all of this foolishness.  Let our children know I love them and let’s act like adults and come to a healthy relationship apart from all of this.  I respect you as a mother and you have followed me around the country and I am grateful to you for that.  Let’s build a future relationship that we can both be happy for each other and our children and show them that happiness and being whole are vital to a person’s future.  I read everything you wrote on your fake Facebook page.  I know you have been very unhappy.  It’s evident in what you wrote and your depression has heightened in the past two years.  I know you will be whole without me, we aren’t good together.  So all that said I want you and I to work on this.  To be grown up about it for the sake of our children.

You want to talk about my Facebook page?  Let’s talk about it!  I used that page as my own personal blog.  There were no friends on it and I used a fake name.  You didn’t want to talk about what you had done.  It “stressed” you.  You couldn’t handle it.  So I went off and I dealt with it on my own.

You say you read everything but you obviously didn’t or you simply ignored anything positive.  Maybe 10% of what was on there was about us and not even all of that was negative. You ignored the bone analogy where I talked about how a broken bone is actually stronger once it has healed and how I could get behind that.  You missed the long post where I talked about how your affair would be nothing more than a bump in the road on our 50th wedding anniversary.

There were casual updates.  Many times I said we were doing great and things were fantastic. There was the song that I said reminded me of us now.  There was the picture of the hearts you drew on my van. All good things. Hell, I even read one where I said:  This is where I go to vent so I feel bad only talking about the negative.  Things are actually great.

The vast majority of it was keeping an eye on your paramour, which it turns out I was right for doing because first chance you got you started up with her again!

The other large part of it was processing the feelings of betrayal I felt when no one in your family would cut ties with her despite her being the other woman since she was family and all.

You think that entitles you to have another affair with the same woman?  Unbelievable!

Hey, here’s an idea.  Instead of turning to people who you were always whining to me about maybe you should have talked to me!  Maybe you could have read that and thought to yourself, “Hey, maybe I should step it up and let my wife know how sorry I am, how much I love her, and then give her all the time she needs to completely heal from the betrayal I threw at her.”  Or even taken some of the things I said and actually done them, like defending me, or not throwing me under the bus!

But no!  Your solution was to go crying to anyone who would listen, “Oh, Sam is soooooo mean!  I had an affair with my cousin and she hasn’t forgotten about it!”  And everyone around you said, “Oh, poor Cousinfucker!  She’s horrible!  You should leave her!  Your happiness is the only thing that’s important.  Don’t worry about her, the woman who has stood by your side for the last 20 years.  Don’t worry about your kids.  As long as you’re happy they’ll be ok.  Just focus on your own happiness because you are the only person who matters!” Then again you’re so busy playing the victim that the idea you may have contributed to this is completely foreign.

I was asked to forgive your affair, uproot my life and my kids’ lives, move 2000 miles across the country, move closer to your mistress, and start all over in a town I knew we were only going to because of your affair with her all in the span of a year. Instead of telling you something you didn’t want to hear because it caused so much “anxiety” for you I handled it on my own.  And for that I’m vilified and you use it to justify having yet another affair with her.  You demanded that I forgive and forget because you didn’t want to face what you had done; you didn’t want to be reminded of it.  You didn’t want to have to do anything that was difficult. It’s unfortunate that you couldn’t handle the fact that I would *occasionally* be triggered by something.  It’s too bad you couldn’t accept the fact that having everyone in your family fawning over your mistress was distressful for me.  Turns out I was right for being distressed seeing as how it was your mother who encouraged her to call you again.

And you know what the funniest part of all this is?  I was completely over it finally!  Probably around April or May.  I didn’t want to be reminded of it or her.  Isn’t that funny?  Just as I feel completely healed from your first betrayal you start messing around with her again.  Although, according to her, I was never your first choice and you only stayed because you “couldn’t liquidate your assets quickly enough.”

I’m curious.  Was that a lie you told her or is that the lie she tells everyone to justify hopping into bed with you after you dumped her?  We both know it only takes about 24 hours to “liquidate” any assets you might have had.  And you might want to let the little whore know it doesn’t matter how “quickly you liquidate your assets” you still have to hand over 50%.  But I get it; the other story sounds better.

Stay tuned! There’s more to come!

 

An Open Letter to Cousinfucker, Part 1

January 2016

I wrote this shortly after I received the famous text from CF.  I never sent it.  It got to be way too long; I essentially vomited up twenty plus years of rage and frustration and I figure if I was lucky he might read two or three sentences.  Nonetheless, I’m quite proud of it and I thought I would share.  Most of this is undoubtedly a repeat of things I’ve already shared.  There’s only so much that happened in the beginning and since I don’t speak to him if I can help it I don’t get a lot of new material.  Anyway, here it is.  Enjoy!

Sam, let’s try to figure out a way to make this less stressful for all involved. I am saddened that you felt compelled to toss out all of my memories and my clothing.  There are so few of them in this house.  In spite of all that has happened we have a history and that cannot be erased no matter how badly you want it to go away.  So you have a choice.  You can be bitter and hateful toward me, or respect the fact that I am setting you free of the burden of being my wife.  I know you will take a hit financially but you will be well provided for, we both know that.  My attorney has you covered for the rest of your life.

So stop all of this foolishness.  Let our children know I love them and let’s act like adults and come to a healthy relationship apart from all of this.  I respect you as a mother and you have followed me around the country and I am grateful to you for that.  Let’s build a future relationship that we can both be happy for each other and our children and show them that happiness and being whole are vital to a person’s future.  I read everything you wrote on your fake Facebook page.  I know you have been very unhappy.  It’s evident in what you wrote and your depression has heightened in the past two years.  I know you will be whole without me, we aren’t good together.  So all that said I want you and I to work on this.  To be grown up about it for the sake of our children.

I am not even sure where to begin with your long rambling text so I suppose I’ll begin with the obvious.  I’m not sure who you wrote that for but it wasn’t for my benefit.  Quite frankly, I’m not even sure you wrote it yourself. Secondly, you are not a victim so it would be refreshing if you could stop acting like one.  You are also not a hero so please stop acting like you’ve somehow done me a favor by cheating on me.  Again.

Do not patronize me with your “Let’s stop this foolishness and figure out a way to make this less stressful.”  Do you know how you could have made this less stressful?  You could have refrained from having sex with your cousin while you were married to me.  You could have refrained from having sex with your cousin while your children and I were on what was supposed to be a family vacation, a vacation (and family) you blew off so you could have sex with your cousin.  You could have refrained from moving me and your children 2000 miles across the country, uprooting our lives for *your* happiness, only to turn around and start up yet another affair with your cousin.  You could have been an adult and talked to me instead of turning to people who have never been there for you during your many crises.  You could have refrained from siphoning off thousands of dollars to your mistress while you lied about it and fed me a line of bullshit about it being for your mom.  You could have stood up and tried to act like a man instead of trying to convince yourself and everyone around you that you’re some hapless victim.  And as far as making this less stressful for everyone… what on earth about this is stressing you out?  You do whatever you want!  You live here during the week not caring whether there is enough in the bank account to pay bills or not, and then you take off every weekend to be with your mistress and her kids, spending money like it’s growing on trees and having yourself a fine time.

I have spent the last 2 years walking a tightrope for you, protecting you and being respectful of all your “issues”. I hid your affair from everyone in my family.  I let you get away with directing how I was allowed to heal.  I was even at the point where I was accepting the fact that your mom was going to continue to have a relationship with your mistress.  And what have you done?  You’ve thrown me under the bus time after time.  Not only that but you’ve actually had the audacity to act like you were somehow protecting me while throwing me under the bus! Half the time (if not more than half) you’ve told outright lies about me. Let’s not forget the biggie- you started screwing your cousin!  I don’t know why I continue to be amazed at how you can cheat on me, not once but twice (and with the same “woman” no less!) and yet still manage to act like you are the injured party.

To be continued…

 

I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Apparently I am robbing him blind! I got another check from Cousinfucker. Hooray! Let’s see if this one goes through before we celebrate. Another check for the child support portion. Nothing for spousal support. I guess he has absolved himself of paying spousal support. He doesn’t wanna so he’s not gonna!

The best part is he wrote the check on our anniversary. Nothing like paying out almost a grand to celebrate. Happy Anniversary, Cousinfucker!

I was wondering if I would get another grinch on my envelope. If not a grinch, what other mischievous Christmas character? Oh, he hit it out of the ballpark this time. He completely went off script and decided to go with this:

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That’s right, everyone! I’m robbing him blind because he’s having to pay me child support! Table support instead of the bullshit $800 he wanted to pay. Again, he’s not paying spousal support! He has declined to pay. He’s paying roughly what he would have been paying had he actually sent his four checks of $555.55 or $575. Actually, he’s paying less! Child support, people! He resents having to pay support for his own children.

He is so childish. The part that really galls me, though, is the fact that his lawyer asked if he could pay bi-weekly since that is how he gets paid. I agreed to it. I don’t care when I get paid so long as I do get paid. He can pay me all of it on the 1st, half on the 1st and half on the 15th, 25% each week, or break the yearly payments into 26 payments and pay them out every other week. I truly don’t care and so I agreed to what he wanted. I cut that sonofabitch a break, despite the fact that he doesn’t deserve a damn thing from me. In return he and/or the whore-bitch spit in my face.

I probably sound more upset than I really am. Yes, I continue to be amazed at their level of childishness but he can put whatever he wants on the envelopes so long as he continues to send me my money. Next step, of course, will be sending me the correct amount of money. Congrats! You’ve paid child support this month. You’re still $2800 behind on your spousal support obligation.

Then to up the ante I got a text from him. First time he’s texted since Rock Star got hurt way back in July.

Your attorney just gave me permission to take money out of MY 401(k) to pay the arrearage. Figured I should tell you since you have such a watchful eye on MY money.

BAER.  That’s Big Ass Eye Roll. Can you see it? So many things I’d like to say in reply.

  1. Don’t flatter yourself.
  2. Poor planning on your part does not necessitate an emergency on mine.
  3. Tell it to the judge.
  4. So you’ll have the check in the mail by Monday?
  5. Can I be expecting the $25,000 you owe me in attorney fees as well when you get into that money?
  6. Terrific! Now your kids can have a decent Christmas. 6a. Or do you begrudge them that because it’s all supposed to go to your fake kids and your whore?
  7. I believe you meant to say MARITAL ASSETS. 7a. You’re welcome, btw. I moved all over the damn country and gave up countless lives to follow your unhappy little ass as you moved up the corporate ladder.
  8. Look, Jackass, it’s called discovery. I haven’t been keeping watch on anything except that which is rightfully mine. You’ve had the exact same access to my finances.
  9. I wouldn’t have to “keep an eye on your finances” if you did what you were supposed to do, i.e. paying your fucking support as ordered, and if you weren’t such a fucking liar and cheat. Have you forgotten the 401k you liquidated at the same time you were crying poverty? Bet you and Harley and her kids went someplace nice, bought something great, did something awesome. While your own kids suffered. Or the fact that you took out $50,000 instead of the $28,800 plus taxes you owed me? So yeah, I’m keeping an eye on you until I get what is legally and rightfully mine. Deal with it.
  10. You are not entitled to spend marital assets in any manner you wish, especially not on a whore and her kids. You are not entitled to list the whore as your beneficiary when you are still married to me. If this upsets you, deal with it, you big fucking crybaby. If you overspent when you shouldn’t have because you were in the middle of a legal proceeding then that is your problem. I didn’t do that to you. You did it to yourself.
  11. Cry me a fucking river.
  12. They’re called consequences. They are what happen when you dismantle a 20 year marriage for a whore.
  13. Did you really think the judge was going to buy your bullshit?
  14. I cry every day because you’re no longer in my life. I miss you sooooo much. Oh God, I can’t even type that out with a straight face. I burst out laughing.
  15. Awww… what’s the matter? Are you shocked that I no longer roll over and let you do whatever you want? As your wife I was pretty much, “Whatever you want, CF,” to keep the peace. I’m no longer your wife so I have no reason to placate you.
  16. Did you seriously think you were going to walk away with your finances intact? I’m thinking you’re not as smart as you think you are.
  17. You not happy? I thought Harley made you happy. Why don’t you go home, grab her, bend her over the couch and fuck her hard? Then while you’re driving into her balls deep you can scream out loud, “God, Harley, this pussy is sooooo worth $4600 a month! And my kids.” Yes, let’s not forget you tossed your kids aside for this whore. Hey, you got a couple of new ones, though, so it’s a wash.
  18. If you think you’re pissed off now just wait until you find out I’ve garnished your wages!
  19. No, everything you made up until this point is OURS. Everything you make from here on out is YOURS. Or Harley’s. Probably Harley’s. Good luck; you’re going to need it.
  20. I’m keeping an eye on you and your finances? I’m not the one hacking your Facebook page and sending nasty text messages to your whore. Who’s keeping an eye on who?
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As the mobster likes to tell me: You are really getting under his skin.

You know what the funny part is? If he’d simply pay his court ordered support he’d never hear from me. Hell, he doesn’t hear from me anyway. I just email my lawyer and tell her he’s not paying and she begins filing for a show-cause hearing. He could go off with the new love of his life/soul mate and his brand new kids, living down in Kentucky right by his fucked up cheater sister and his witless mother both of whom set him and his cousin up and unintentionally set in motion his financial destruction.

I don’t want to communicate with him. I don’t care what he’s doing. Give me my damn money and you can do whatever the hell you want!

He’s the one that drags this out. He’s the one that continues to do whatever the hell he wants, despite what the judge has ordered.

If he was the one that hacked my Facebook page I wouldn’t be surprised to find out it set him off to find out that I wasn’t pining for him and wasn’t unhappy. I don’t know if he expected me to be by myself forever either because I was simply too hideous for anyone else to love or want, or if it just bruised his ego that I got over him and moved on with someone else. They were probably laughing it up, thinking that I was all alone and miserable and lo and behold! Oh shit! Sam’s happy! She’s got an amazing new man in her life. Where in the hell did this guy come from?

Then add to that the fact he got reamed by the judge in his ruling. I would like to think that things aren’t happy around the Cousinfucker/whore household right now. He’s pissed because he owes me a lot of money. She’s pissed because she thought he was going to be dropping a lot of money on her and her kids. Merry Christmas!

Oh it has been quite the journey but the payoff is definitely worth it. Now seriously, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being no big deal and 10 being his head explodes, how mad do you think he’s going to be when he finds out I’ve garnished his wages?

Bringing My Family Into This Mess

Once upon a time I began a blog and told the world about the cousin fucking, shit eating chimp I was married to. I have told many stories about him, his family, and all that he has put me through.

One night not long ago I was talking to the mobster, regaling him with stories of my former dysfunctional marriage when he asked, “Did you write about this story somewhere?” Well, no; I had not. There are just so many potential stories from which to choose and this one has somehow been left behind. Until now.

I have been pretty upfront that the entire move from Utah to Virginia was brutal. I had the toughest time I’ve ever had adjusting. I was very active in PTA back in Utah. I came out to Virginia and all the spots on the middle school board were filled; they met every other month and I never attended a single meeting. The high school didn’t even have a PTA. I had hoped to get involved with the booster club but CF put an end to that when he decided to leave me to go fuck his cousin. I couldn’t find any place to volunteer. I didn’t have many friends, and almost all of the few friends I had worked. I was unhappy; I was bored. I missed my friends. Shockingly, I refrained from having an affair, which apparently is what you do when you’re unhappy.

It was also made more difficult with the knowledge that this move was set into motion because of the whore. Once he began messing around with her he put the bug in someone high up’s ear, and that’s how we came to move 2000 miles across the country.

However, upon finding out we would be moving to Virginia my mom made the comment that she loved Virginia; she could live there. We looked at some homes with in-law apartments and guest houses.

CF also talked to my brother about bringing him onboard as a supervisor. For my brother this would be huge. He would be management. He and his wife talked about this potential move. She was on board.

With my brother considering a move my mom was definitely going to move. There would be no reason to stay if my brother and his family left the area. My mom started going through her things and getting rid of some of her stuff in anticipation of a move.

Everyone in my family began looking at houses and figuring out what they would need to do to sell their current homes. I began to get hopeful that this would really happen and I could have my mom, my brother, my sister-in-law, and my niece and nephew all living nearby.

Then CF started back pedaling. Suddenly, he couldn’t just hire my brother in. His company had to post all openings and they had to keep records of who all they had interviewed for jobs. My brother would have to be hired in as an hourly employee. There was no guarantee he would rise to management, and that’s not what CF had talked about anyway. He had talked about bringing him onboard as management. Repeatedly. He told him how he needed someone like him as a supervisor.

My guess is this happened right around the same time good ol’ Blockhead shared my blog with him.

Naturally my brother was no longer willing to move under those conditions. It’s one thing to quit your job and sell your house when you’ve got a guaranteed job with advancement in your future. It’s quite another to do all of that when all you’re promised is a shot at being an hourly worker.

With my brother and his family no longer relocating my mom also pulled the plug on her move. I was devastated. The possibility of having my family around me was the only thing that made living there bearable, and once that was taken away I felt a sense of hopelessness. I figured I would live there in misery forever.

I’m not sure if that’s better or worse than what he did to me while in the psych ward for that week.

The first day he was there and I was able to visit he told me he could see my Mamaw.

Now first you have to realize that I can’t even put into words how much I loved my Mamaw. She was my favorite person. She loved me completely; I could do almost no wrong in her eyes.

She also didn’t tend to like many people, especially of the male persuasion. I don’t think she ever liked any of my mom’s husbands. But oh she loved CF. I think it was the West Point pedigree. Or maybe it was simply because I had chosen him.

He was always kind to her. I think he got a perverse pleasure out of the fact that she didn’t like many men but she liked him and had given him her seal of approval. When she would stay with us he would kiss her on her forehead goodnight. She seemed to really like that.

Fast forward to February of 2015. My Mamaw had been gone for almost 8 years. CF hadn’t bothered to go with me to her funeral. Didn’t even have his company send flowers. I drove 30 hours with two small kids, ages 4 and 6, to get to her bedside before she died. The A/C that had just been repaired went out in my van because the mechanic hadn’t tightened the damn fan belt so we spent 18 hours driving in a car with no air conditioning. I drove from 6 in the morning until midnight to get to my in-law’s house so that I could get my belt replaced the next day.

Nevertheless, that day came in February and CF told me that along with watching movies that were projected on to the wall in his room, he could see Mamaw. She was asking him to kiss her forehead.

At the time I was all sympathetic and understanding. “CF, you have to tell the doctors you are hallucinating!” In fact, it was me that brought it up to them. There I was, his staunch ally, advocating for him, forgiving him, reassuring him that I would always be there.

Today I say, “What a sick fuck! Using my Mamaw like that. How can you possibly go any lower?”

Sadly, while that memory pains me deeply because he did use someone I loved so dearly, the fact remains that she was dead. His actions didn’t hurt her. Only me, the living. What he did to the rest of my family was appalling.

He nearly orchestrated the upheaval of all of their lives, only to skip out of the state! He messed with my brother’s hopes and his future.

And that’s not even mentioning how my family rallied around him when he was in the psych ward. He pitifully asked me if I would ask my mom to come see him the day he was being admitted. She dropped everything and drove 13 hours from Florida. My brother took comp time and left work at 4 am and drove the 10 hours to see him. That Saturday I couldn’t visit him because Rock Star had a meet out of state so my brother spent the entire two hours with him and even brought him a meal so he didn’t have to eat hospital food another day.

He told me that my family was his only real family because his own family didn’t care anything about him. He even wrote that on one of the worksheets he was given in the psych ward. It was his list of goals and one of those goals was to spend more time with family. He wrote, “My wife’s family because that is my only real family.”

Sadly, he had one sister who came to visit after he got home from the hospital, but neither Jezebel nor Tammy Faye bothered to visit. Yet this is who he lists as his support system. They are why he can’t leave Kentucky. He relies on them. Yeah, right.

I should have known back then. I already knew Blockhead had been feeding him bits and pieces from my Facebook page. Then right before he was set to come home he had a bad reaction to his new medication. He had hallucinations and ended up staying an extra day at the hospital.

When we went to visit him he was able to tell us in detail everything that happened. Now, my mom doesn’t believe he really had any kind of hallucinations but I’ve known of at least two people who had a bad reaction to Robitussin. They had hallucinations and they could recall what happened during that time. The real point of this story isn’t whether he was faking or not. It’s the fact that in his hallucinations I was the bad guy. I flashed him when he was locked up. I was jumping up and down on his car, and ultimately shit in it because, “it’s a piece of shit car so there!” Oh, it doesn’t stop there. I also smuggled liquor into his room to set him up so they would hold him longer. I believe his exact words were, “That bitch set me up!” It was once he tried to hide the liquor bottle and discovered it wasn’t real that he started to come back down to reality. That apparently led to him thinking that if that wasn’t real then maybe everything else he had been experiencing wasn’t real.

Folks, again I remind you that I was at the hospital every day for the entire length of his visiting hours. While I did refuse to smuggle Kodiak into him I did run out and buy him gum, magazines, books, crossword puzzles and anything else I could think of that would alleviate his boredom. I called him every day. I was the one that sat with him for hours while they were trying to admit him. Yet I was the villain.

No, I might have been stupid but I wasn’t a villain. That would be the person who promised my brother a job and then backpedaled. That would be the person who used my Mamaw to get sympathy from me. That would be the person who lied, cheated and gaslighted for months and months. That would be him.

The Final Days Before the Divorce

They are not going well. I just got another letter from my bank. This time the check was returned due to non sufficient funds. Grand total paid in child and spousal support this month? $1050. What was he supposed to pay? $3600. He is not even close.

Can I remind everyone again that according to his own affidavit he brings home $5800/month. According to the bank records produced the first time around (which would have been in the spring of 2016) the whore was bringing in $5000. $10,800 between the two of them and he can’t cover even half of his court ordered support. Oh, but he can afford to move into a new and bigger house. And I wouldn’t be a bit surprised to find his bank records showing that they can afford to go out to eat, to pay for all kinds of things for her kids, to take trips…

Look, I have never claimed math is my strong suit but even I know that $10,800 is greater than $9700, which is what he brought home the last year we were together. I know that he’s no longer paying approximately $2500 in credit card payments, car payments, telephone bill for both kids and me, kids’ allowances, and a pool loan. According to my calculations that’s an increase of over $3500/month! So how is it that even though the two nitwits are living on more money than we had coming in and they’re paying out less in bills than we did, that he can’t afford to send his court ordered support?

In addition to that little bit of unwelcome news I was reviewing my lawyer’s worst case scenario. This must have completely slipped my mind because in a worst case scenario, if the judge goes strictly by what I make and what he makes, not what he was making, I will end up with a little over $2300/month in spousal and child support. It will go down to right around $2000 in seven months when Rock Star graduates from high school. And once Picasso graduates 3 years later I will be left with $1100 in spousal support. $1100 a month for wasting 20 years of my life with that asshole. $1100/month for uprooting my life and then later my kids’ lives whenever he wanted to take the next bigger, better job. $1100/month for raising our kids and putting my financial future in his hands.

My attorney seems to think we will prevail in our arguments and that the worst case scenario would actually be more like around $3000/month. It’s still a pittance compared to what I should be getting. It’s a slap in the face. Considering that even if I got the $3000/month he and the whore will be living on at least $7800 while the kids and I live on $4400, it’s just patently unfair. If he gets away with the unthinkable and only pays the $2000 we’ll live on $3400 while he and the whore live on $8800. That sucks even more!

I know I shouldn’t freak out before anything bad actually happens. I can’t help it. Every time I have felt hopeful I have been slapped back down to reality. Nothing in this damn divorce has gone my way. Cousinfucker and Harley seem to just skip blithely along, doing whatever they want, whenever they want to do it, and they suffer absolutely no consequences. So I’m doing my best to steel myself for a cheater heavy verdict.

I’ve got big plans for this upcoming weekend. I’d like to enjoy myself. I can’t do that if I walk into the courtroom expecting to win big and then end up leaving defeated, with that cousin fucking, child abandoning, cheating, lying sonofabitch winning and getting away with everything.

So, the countdown has begun and the worries and fears are following closely behind. I’m hoping the week goes by quickly and I am well prepared for court.

Finally, I broke a nail. Damn! Let’s just add that on to the list.

Three Days Before D-Day

August 2015

… I’ve been texting with Zack.  The funeral was supposed to be today at 1.  He tells me today that the funeral was changed to tomorrow at 3.  Am I wrong in thinking he is really expecting a lot from me?  I mean, he goes to his home state alone.  He’s a mere 60 minutes from Harley.  He never seems to have great service when he’s there so texts don’t get answered right away and there’s not a whole lot of communication anyway.  A fucking funeral gets moved to a completely different day and time and I’m expected to just go along with the flow and not question anything, not have any worries.

I think that’s what’s been bothering me.  Not only does he want to move on, focus on the future, not dwell on the past… but also I’m supposed to do the same.  I am not allowed to heal at my own pace without making him feel bad.  I see so many blogs where the men are apologizing months and months after D-Day.  They take their wife’s anger and understand they caused it.  They deal with their breakdowns and anxiety.  Zack has never wanted to face any of that.  He wants to pretend it never happened and that if we just focus on the future then none of that will happen.

It’s not my fault I get triggered by things.  It’s not my fault him being in his home state by himself causes me anxiety.  It’s about time he realizes that instead of expecting me to make the concessions.  I’m not the one that cheated!  I didn’t betray him and make plans to live my life with someone else.  I wasn’t telling some other man I loved him.  If he had ever done a smidgen of research on affair recovery he would have known triggers will always be present.  He would have known it generally takes between 18 and 24 months to fully recover.  Instead he wanted it over and done with pretty much after he confessed.

Anyway, I don’t know if it’s the Prozac kicking in after a mere 3 or 4 days or what but I’ve been keeping the anxiety at bay.  I’ve got diarrhea like a crazy woman so maybe it’s manifesting itself that way.  Pleasant.  Can’t take the Visteral until after 8 because I have to pick up Rock Star…

I’ve been keeping track of the money I’m spending because for the life of me I can’t figure out why the hell we don’t have a ton of money left over each pay period!  Well, I know for the month of June it was because we were on vacation and eating out all the time.  And last pay period it was because we were in Florida and again, eating out and going shopping.  But even this pay period I wouldn’t have stayed within limits if not for the fact that we didn’t need to pay for trash, Am Ex, or the bank credit card.  Of course, I also went back to school shopping today because it is the tax free weekend and ended up spending almost $500.  Plus I had Rock Star’s cheerleading fees to pay plus a sweatshirt to buy.  The check to Mom for the water park came through and that was $90…  Picasso got assigned to be in band instead of getting art and home ec as his electives so he may not be signing up for cello lessons after all.  Who knows, maybe he’ll really enjoy band.  I’ve got fees to pay on the 14th but even for the 2 of them I don’t think it will even cost $100.  I do still need to buy food for the rest of the pay period…

Present Day Sam Says: A change in funeral plans? Come on, Sam! How dumb are you?

Okay, I will admit I was suspicious, but he was so convincing. He insisted that he was told the time was going to be Friday and he must have misunderstood.

Did anybody catch the Prozac reference? The man lies and says I was mentally abusive and manipulative and I ended up on fucking Prozac before this was all over and done with! I stopped taking it almost immediately when he tried to insinuate that “my depression was deepening”.

I wasn’t depressed, you asshole! You were driving me fucking crazy!