The term “Broken Arrow” is a code phrase used in the military on the radio when you’re numerically outnumbered, and your position is certain to be overrun by the enemy, and the only thing you can do is put your troops in a hole in the ground and call in airstrikes and artillery on your own position.
This morning at 2:30, unable to sleep, I am sending out a “Broken Arrow” distress call. For nearly two years now, I’ve tried to settle this divorce as patiently as I possibly can. Each effort to do that: mediation, special masters and now a pre-trial has been rebuffed and scoffed at by a woman I could not hate more than my STBXW.
My trial is set for Monday and Tuesday. Last week, STBX hired yet an additional attorney to once again re-evaluate my Army and education pensions, and once again, came back with inflated figures. All of this at the 11 ½ hour!
She now is demanding 58% of my military pension, $1750 a month in alimony and $1200 in child support for one kid at home. She wants full possession of the house and everything in it, and has never accounted for over 121K of “blood money” that I earned in Iraq, which she transferred into an account I couldn’t touch. In return, I get no money, but I keep my valuable education pension.
She has been having an affair with her boss for over three years, since before I deployed. This jerk bought my daughter a Jeep when I was in Iraq, without my permission, and STBXW had the gonads to ask for a copy of my military ID so she could get a “Veteran’s Discount” Her tool of a boyfriend renovated the basement in my house for STBX, including a flat screen TV, all while I dove into bunkers in Iraq to avoid flying metal! (I Support Our Troops! Woohoo!)
She has yet to feel any pain from this divorce. I live in a nice apartment in an inner city, and she’s in a $500,000 house. I have lost all confidence in my attorney.
Up until a week ago, I would have done anything to have kept my kids in the house where they've grown up. My son’s room has been decorated in a hockey theme that he loves, and it’s the only house they’ve known, but you know what?
YOU CAN’T NEGOTIATE OR APPEASE A TERRORIST. Last night at midnight, I wrote my attorney and told him I was done. He wanted me to accept her demands, saying at least I had closure!Here's what I wrote him:
I want half of the house and her pensions. I’ll take my chance of paying her lifetime alimony (which is a travesty because she makes 70K a year managing her scum bag boyfriend’s law office) I no longer care if she gets half of my pension.
I’m done and it’s a liberating feeling not to care how I come out of this, as long as the judge dictates the terms and not her. I have so totally had it. But you know what? Not caring is so liberating, it’s cathartic!
I could really use some support my old friends. Ugh!
