STBX's w/Good hearts DO finish first! (Sorry! Very Long!) HeartbrokenDingo: Before I begin I'm going to tell you all that this is a lengthy post and I apologize. Also, I do apologize in advance, for any and all typos or grammatical errors. I'm typing quickly and unfortunately, to my knowledge, Michael has not added "spell check". Normally I do not need it, but I find when I type quickly, I make mistakes.
First of all, I assure you, I am going to "try", at least, to shorten this, or give you the "long story short", but unfortunately, I don't think that it can be done.
Summary: I threw my stbx out of our "dream house" on March 24th for cheating. I put his clothes in trash bags and threw them in the driveway, had the locks changed, and filed the next day on Mar. 25th.
I packed up the house, moved out and got an apartment along with a storage facility 3 weeks later, following my attorney's advice. We only bought the house one year ago and "on paper" it only has $1000.00 equity.
So I moved. The whole time his lawyer was ranting and raving that I had left him "virtually homeless". He said he needed a place to tke care of his children on the weekends. (He has 2 kids from his previous marriage, my "step-children", a daughter who just turned 9 yrs. in April, and "our son" who will be 7 in December. Another reason I chose to move. I missed the children, he would not let me see them, (I had no choice, I'm not their Mother.)Their mother, who up until this point, loved me, and told my stbx, that she trusted her children around me with no doubts what so ever. When my stbx got fired from his job for having an "inappropriate relationship/fraternization" with one of his waitresses, her (the ex-wife's) story changed.
I moved out. He never moved back in to our house. He moved in with his whore at her house, which by the way, is a complete $hithole. I know because I have seen pix. Ever heard the saying "trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear," or "you can't shine $hit", ...you get the idea. This woman is the poster child for "trash", "no-class", "whore", bottom-feeder", etc.
You get the idea.
In May I was informed that someone had moved into our house. (Renters.) I nearly crapped my pants. I had not been by the house even thought I live within 7 minutes of it. It was just too painful to drive by it and see it and all of the memories still locked inside of it and myself.
To be con't......
