We are all on here to help each other, so never feel like it is prying to ask a question of me.
To answer it: Last month was three years since bomb. H stayed in our bed for 8 months, post bomb. Stayed in the house for two years post bomb. He took thousands and thousands of dollars over the three years. I could not afford for him to ruin me financially any longer and with a heavy heart, finally had to file.
Those two years that he was in the house were some of the hardest of my life. And if you knew my life, that's sayin something.
Good for you for having a good cry in private. Nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, if you didnt, I'd be worried about you.
I know it is human nature to want to try to figure him out, to try to understand him and knowledge is power. Unfortunately, with MLC, it is virtually impossible to do it. And if you are, then you are spending valuable time better spent on you.
So, you got through the dinner. You acted with dignity and grace. You got up this morning and the sun is shining (hopefully), you have wonderful children, a job, your health. You are a lucky woman.
What are you going to do this weekend for you? Life is for living. Let h live in a car, a bus, a tent. His choice. He has to go on his journey. Let him. I am more interested in yours.
