Today I am thankful that I caught on to the never-ending excuses.
Now....
I'm being told that after the bankruptcy completes on March 15th, I have to wait to file for a divorce because he's going to get a government backed home improvement loan so that he can fix up the house.
Uh...NO!!!
First, I'm a Libertarian. The taxpayers should not be responsible for paying the interest on my gutter repair project.
Secondly....
I've waited over six years to get away....
No more delays...
No more crap....
I'm tired.
I spent my sexual peak being celibate.
I lost out!
I don't want to be here anymore.
And, now, I'm beginning to think that my staying is hurting someone else.
I think I've fallen in love with another man after being alone for years.
I won't hurt him.
This guy is a lot like me...it's actually kind of cute.
Other people notice me hanging out with him and they've made comments about it.
They think he's my boyfriend.
Oh, no....this isn't good.
I want to get away so I can sort out my feelings.
Do you know what my ex said?
He told me that he released me from my vows years ago, so I can go off and screw other people.
He doesn't want to divorce.
He just wants me to screw other men.
Uh.....
Now....
my ex is stalking me and blaming it on his sister. She may be stalking me but if she is, he put her up to it.
Why does he want me to screw other people?
Does he want a show?
Is the stalker going to film it?
Maybe he wants a threesome....he could be into that kind of thing.
I don't think I have many friends willing to do that....with a guy.
Maybe another woman....but a guy...not so much.
What the hell?
I explained to him that society has rituals and that it is customary to get a divorce decree so that the new partner doesn't look so dodgy.
Maybe if I could find a job that paid more than my ex makes...
and float the thought of alimony in front of him...
maybe he'd let me go?
I don't understand this guy.
I really don't.
I don't know if I'm in danger.
He is screaming at me over shit his mother did before I met him.
My voice is gone because I had to get him to shut up. I had to shout over him.
I hate this house.
I hate holidays.
I hate my ex (which isn't healthy because I'm supposed to respect him).
There is something weird here.
I don't feel safe at all.
I can't pinpoint why.
My friend said to wish for the very best for everyone involved.
I'm doing that.
Maybe my friend has a hotter date!!
Love,
S.