| | Re: Why Did Our Spouses Not simply Divorce Us?
Get your loyal wife to do almost everything in bed, then tell your other women that your wife is frigid and that they are hot, and make them feel like they are making up for your terrible marriage that you can't leave because you're such a great guy and you really have to take care of your wife and especially her children...but make sure they are so unhot that your wife believes you when you say nothing is going on, you don't go for fat chicks, or chicks with tattoos either, or anyone in the military. Sounds like a lot of fun for a psychopath, enough to keep a fellow entertained for a long time (or until he gets caught in a small lie that becomes the thread that unravels everything.)
I drove by my ex yesterday with the kids in the car, he was standing by the road watching some construction with another guy. It was all I could do to keep myself from laughing, I screwed up my face and held it in, just barely.
I know I have a lot to offer, am hot, talented, tend towards happiness, manage my sh*t a lot better than most, stick to therapy, am flexible and have a good attitude. He messed up big time. Now he has to pay for his big old house on his own. The funny thing is he pretended to want to build a house, etc. I thought he really did! So I made a personal sacrifice to move there out of the way of everything and to live in a house that had wall to wall carpeting which I hated and tile I hated (I detest how new houses are built) I kept my mouth shut when he blasted the hillside and destroyed some wetlands and joked about it...I kept my mouth shut on the stupid driveway design that he had to pay afterwards to have fixed, I opened my mouth to say patly nice things over his garage and how he organized it...(the truth is I would rather have lived in a yurt but at the time loved him and wanted him to have his house and to be building up equity while he was deployed, and did not mind my name not being on the house because I am not interested in houses and would not want to inherit it if something happened to him...but didn't say anything like that, just accepted his explanation that the house was in his name because he wanted to be able to afford it on his own if anything ever happened to me, I kept my mouth shut about having worked in mortgage loan processing and how bs that statement was...) So imagine his shock when I insisted at the divorce case management hearing that my name come off everything of his including his will and bank account that I wanted nothing to do with him and no interest in the house. LOL, better than digging your own grave, build it. I guess he thought I was doing the same as him, PRETENDING my feelings about a house, that I would never leave him because living in a big a** house was important to me. Ummmmm, nope, I was telling the TRUTH. What a surprise.
Anyway, that was his game. He got caught in his own web. His job is kind of tentative, he's 50 years old and has a mortgage and the real estate market absolutely s*cks. The place where he works is being sold, packed up and shipped somewhere else. (It's a power plant, hasn't been making energy for years...he mows the grass and that's about it.) He'll have options but he will have to drive a long way or close the house up or try to rent it out. Not my problem.
And oh, when he asked for a second chance and I gave it to him, when something came up after a few months and I wanted to discuss it with him, his words were that maybe we should GET A DIVORCE. I accepted. Boy, was he livid. He turned a 180 and what came out of his mouth was the lowest stuff ever. I told him it was a wonderful idea given his response to his own suggestion being accepted, that I was going to walk the dog and that when I returned, I expected him to be out of my apartment that had only my name on the lease, that he had a house with just his name on it and that was where he belonged.
I still think he is trying to get over the shock that I actually did file for divorce and got a quick one, no attorney, plus a clause that he cannot harass me or my children.