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Deep Breaths

Today I am thankful for deep breaths.


I found out why my ex won't give me copies of our tax returns!!! 

WE owe $800.00.  I don't know why we owe so much.  We usually owe $23.00.  Maybe someone was messing around with his withholdings so that he could hide money during the divorce.


No worries, right? 

I'll just ask him to sign over that account that was due to me on November 1, 2013.  We can pay the bill out of that and he can pay me back his half later. 

You know, the one that has $28,000 in it?


Oh, that's right.  He took $5,000 without telling me in late November (after he was supposed to sign it over to me). 


Guess what?


Today it has $19,500 in it. 


I see a lawyer on Friday.


Oh, and I asked my ex about these things.  He denies owing the IRS money.  He denies touching that account.  The IRS screwed up.  The bank is taking out fees.  Yada...yada...yada. 


This is NPD. 


It's never his fault.  He never makes mistakes.  Everyone else does.


I will NOT miss the lying.   


If he's lying about these things.  He's lying about the stalking, too.


You know what I find HOT in a man.  Honesty is hot.  Integrity is hot. 

Lying stalking asshats are NOT!


Love ya,


S. 

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