I'm getting much better at looking like I don't care about the things the boys tell me about her. I'm hoping all that pretending will eventually turn into the real thing. Once in a while it happens.
When I first moved out, she told me that it would take all her income ($90,000/year) to keep up the house on her own, so she wouldn't be able to support me. I said okay, of course, I'm not looking for a rescue.
She then proceeded to buy a new (bigger!) car, get a natural gas hookup to the house, buy a new furnace, go whitewater rafting, ride in a glider, go on a "solo" overnight trip to Montreal, the list goes on.
I've had a really hard time working on account of my depression, and spent about the first three months after moving just crying all day. As a result, I have burned through my savings, and have no money at all.
I've been busking to make extra grocery money, and went to the food bank last week. I told The Princess that I am out of money. I said that of course I'm not asking for help, but wanted to let her know that's why I can't pay for the boys' music lessons like I did last year.
She phoned me that night to say that REALLY I am asking for help because I can't contribute as much. Then she proceeded to tell me how she is going further into debt each month, because she is spending "more than she makes". So basically, she wanted to make me feel like shit.
Last year, I made about a third of what she did.
The boys said she bought a new barbecue (there was nothing wrong with the one they had), a new fire pit for the backyard, and a cord of wood to burn in that pit.
This is seven days after we had that conversation, where she made me feel like shit!
Fucking hate her!
Two sons: 2000 and 2003
Cheating louse: What's her name again?
Finally divorced Jul/17
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!