I have to agree with Thumos. Money won't heal your wounds, but refusing to "pay up" definitely shows a lack of remorse to me.
When I left, before I committed to NC, I had sent XH a text saying that I would send him an excel sheet documenting the money he owes me, including the cost of my rush STD testing, the AirBnB I had to book last minute to get out of the house because he insisted on keeping the mistress there even though I had paid my portion of rent, in addition to money he already owed me for his new tires, windshield etc. and his response was "Oh, I get it, so it's all about the money?? I knew it, you only married me for my money!" Coming from the guy who only made approximately $10k more than me, and who was in debt up to his eyeballs
He could not see that this money was rightfully owed to me and well within reason to ask for. He saw it as an attack on him that I would ask for something he owed me. That just shows how fucked up their thinking is.
The money itself would not have healed me. But it certainly would have gone a long way toward paying for all of my out of pocket therapy expenses for a trauma specialist, for example, and that has certainly helped with my healing.
By divorcing, I lose the exact same things my WH does, tho he will always have a FAR higher earning capacity, he will not struggle to find another partner, as an older man is never held to the same "fuckability" standards that an older woman is (well, unless you are Cher), etc.
Now, my healing/gratitude self says "but you will have your freedom from a liar, so be grateful for that ability", and she is right.
Yet, my not so healed /work in progress self says: that feeling of anger over the injustice may never go away.
Couldn't have said this better, gmc. I do often feel like he got away with murder. To hear him say it, he is the greatest victim in this whole thing, of course, because the only thing greater than his ego is his victimhood.
But I lost a lot more than my XH did, actually. I lost time with my kids, because they're not biologically mine. That's perhaps the biggest loss, though the monetary losses were also significant. And I know that a 33 year old woman with PTSD who simultaneously has 2 step children and all the baggage that comes with that, AND has a biological clock ticking to procreate herself, is not exactly prime material in the current dating market.
My healed self knows it is better off without him. I refused to lower my standards for someone who would not treat me as the amazing person that I am, so when he decided that he did not want to live up to those standards, the trash took itself out. Truly, my standards did what they're supposed to do, they eliminated a threat that wouldn't live up to them.
But you are right, I don't know if there is any way that the raw end of the deal I got ever truly feels accounted for. There's no way to balance those books.
True, I don't have to live my life as a sex addicted meth head like he does. Chalk that up as a win for me, I guess. But no amount of money is going to give me the most fertile years of my life back. No amount of money will allow me to have a normal relationship with my younger daughter, because he has decided to poison her against me. There is no recompense for the PTSD I'll likely live with for the rest of my life. The debt hole I'm in feels almost unscalable, and I was debt free when we split, but had no choice than to leverage myself to the max just to survive. How is that fair? It's not.
The abuse of agency and control is what really gets me, though. He is choosing to live life as a sex and drug addict. While I can feel sorry for him, it's still his choice to do those things, to attempt to emotionally regulate in those destructive ways. The difference is that unbeknownst to me, he took many of my choices away. He didn't beat me, or kidnap me, or refuse to allow me to do things like in "traditional" abuse scenarios. But he definitely held my life hostage with his lies. I would certainly not have made many of the choices I made had I been given all of the facts I needed to make truly informed decisions.
And this wasn't like I was gambling on something, where I knew there was a 50/50 chance things might work out, and that's just the risk you take when making a choice. Significant information that would have contributed greatly to my decision making was deliberately withheld from me. It would be like the prosecution withholding evidence at trial, and now I'm doing time for a crime I didn't commit.
If you kidnap someone, you've committed a crime, and nobody would question that. But he made me an unwitting hostage of his lies. How is that not equivalent? How is it not, at the very least, fraud?
If a company sold you a turkey sandwich, and it turned out it was, in fact, a rat sandwich, you could sue the ever-loving shit out of them. How is the false bill of goods our WS's sold us not equally damaging?