Hi all,
So I posted awhile ago about my struggles with XWH making his facebook page public, and all the happy, sappy, see-how-my-life-rocks posts contained therein. Many of you replied that basically if he's claiming so loudly that it is, then its NOT.
You were so right!!!!
I spent this past weekend visiting with his daughter, who lives 2 hours away from me. She and I are very close and despite his lordly command that we not communicate, we are obviously doing so. She is disgusted with him and told me plenty about his fantasmical new life:
He's gotten fat
He's broke
They suffered miserably through this hot (for Oregon) summer, since their new lovenest doesn't have A/C and they can't afford to get it.
And best of all, even though he's currently housing OW, OW's daughter (19, works part time) the daughters boyfriend (21, unemployed), and OW's son (22, unemployed gamer).... OW is contributing nothing to the household expenses. Nothing. She pays for her "personal expenses" (clothes, makeup, mani-pedis etc), and he pays for absolutely everything else. These are HIS words.
Sad and pathetic that he's burdening his daughter with his complaints, but beyond that.... suck it up, asshole. This is the life you chose for yourself. Enjoy.
Also, his daughter met OW for the first time recently. We had both been dreading that moment but knew it was inevitable. I was extra worried, because what if she liked her??? I didn't need to worry. She described OW as "fake, high-maintenance, and temporary." She was especially put off because when they stopped by, OW was wearing a gallon of makeup, severe dark eyeliner, red lipstick etc, a huge gaudy watch, big dangly earrings, many large (costume jewelry) rings, and a whole row of noisy bangle bracelets. And they were on their way to a FUNERAL for a member of OW's family. Nice. What a class act.
Anyway, just wanted you all to know how right you were, and that I'm feeling much better. I truly do wish him all the happiness that he deserves. It's his fault, not mine, that he doesn't deserve ANY.
