Today I am thankful for my new computer.
I can't use it.
I don't have internet access at my office. I took my $200 steal to my office and began to set it up.
I got as far as I could go without needing wifi.
I brought the computer home.
I turned it on. It didn't take five minutes before I received a warning stating that an IP address belonging to my ex-husband's Lenovo computer had attached itself to my new computer.
I haven't turned it on since.
I checked my other computer. Sure enough.....his Lenovo is attached to this computer, too.
At first he denied it.
I had to show him.
He claims he doesn't know how it happened.
I don't know.
Maybe our home has a network of some sort.
I need to find a way to move him out. I can't use my computer until he is gone.
The weird thing is that his computer shows my IP address on the email addresses he sends to me. It's strange how his computer has a different IP address when it attaches itself to mine.
I'll have to ask the IT guy at work for advice.
*****
I've been working my hypnosis job the three days that I have off from the sales job and then I do hypnosis on the weekends, too. That makes for long days. I work eleven hour shifts selling insurance four days a week.
I am still responsible for the bulk of the housework. When I do not sell insurance, I am expected to clean, take out the trash, do his laundry, do the dishes and cook.
I am exhausted.
As I spent an hour cleaning the residue from his toilet, I was reminded of the reasons I wanted to divorce anyway.
He's messy.
I am concerned that I'll have to sell the house. He can't pay child support. He gets all of the tax credits.
I'm going to see a lawyer about changing that.
I feel like a fool.
******
This afternoon, the Private Investigator next door approached me and asked me if Michael had found a job.
No.
I wanted to know why he asked.
Well....apparently, his wife is a manager at Comcast. They wanted to interview him and asked for Michael's resume.
Michael never gave it to him.
******
I need to find a lawyer....now.
What do you want a bet that I'll be advised to let him live here until he gets a job.
We'll see.
I am understanding now that Michael is the stalker. He's organizing things so he can stay....just as he's always done.
I'm incredibly pissed off. I need something to slap.
I've been running around all week dealing with clients that I didn't pick up that five string beauty. I don't know if I can trust another bassist if he claims he has too many guitars.
That sounds strange to me.
If it's still available on Tuesday, I'll look at it.
I did find a vintage Fretless Fender '73 precision jazz bass on Craigslist for $400. The listing said it was in pristine condition.
I don't know....
that seems like a set up.
When things are too good to be true on Craigslist, don't pick up the item unless you have a pistol or a body guard.
I don't want the drama.
I'll leave it alone.
It is my dream guitar.
Ah....someday.
Love ya,
S.
I can't use it.
I don't have internet access at my office. I took my $200 steal to my office and began to set it up.
I got as far as I could go without needing wifi.
I brought the computer home.
I turned it on. It didn't take five minutes before I received a warning stating that an IP address belonging to my ex-husband's Lenovo computer had attached itself to my new computer.
I haven't turned it on since.
I checked my other computer. Sure enough.....his Lenovo is attached to this computer, too.
At first he denied it.
I had to show him.
He claims he doesn't know how it happened.
I don't know.
Maybe our home has a network of some sort.
I need to find a way to move him out. I can't use my computer until he is gone.
The weird thing is that his computer shows my IP address on the email addresses he sends to me. It's strange how his computer has a different IP address when it attaches itself to mine.
I'll have to ask the IT guy at work for advice.
*****
I've been working my hypnosis job the three days that I have off from the sales job and then I do hypnosis on the weekends, too. That makes for long days. I work eleven hour shifts selling insurance four days a week.
I am still responsible for the bulk of the housework. When I do not sell insurance, I am expected to clean, take out the trash, do his laundry, do the dishes and cook.
I am exhausted.
As I spent an hour cleaning the residue from his toilet, I was reminded of the reasons I wanted to divorce anyway.
He's messy.
I am concerned that I'll have to sell the house. He can't pay child support. He gets all of the tax credits.
I'm going to see a lawyer about changing that.
I feel like a fool.
******
This afternoon, the Private Investigator next door approached me and asked me if Michael had found a job.
No.
I wanted to know why he asked.
Well....apparently, his wife is a manager at Comcast. They wanted to interview him and asked for Michael's resume.
Michael never gave it to him.
******
I need to find a lawyer....now.
What do you want a bet that I'll be advised to let him live here until he gets a job.
We'll see.
I am understanding now that Michael is the stalker. He's organizing things so he can stay....just as he's always done.
I'm incredibly pissed off. I need something to slap.
I've been running around all week dealing with clients that I didn't pick up that five string beauty. I don't know if I can trust another bassist if he claims he has too many guitars.
That sounds strange to me.
If it's still available on Tuesday, I'll look at it.
I did find a vintage Fretless Fender '73 precision jazz bass on Craigslist for $400. The listing said it was in pristine condition.
I don't know....
that seems like a set up.
When things are too good to be true on Craigslist, don't pick up the item unless you have a pistol or a body guard.
I don't want the drama.
I'll leave it alone.
It is my dream guitar.
Ah....someday.
Love ya,
S.