Thanks job and Matt165...all the above suggestions and recommendations have taken in and absorbed...most have been put into play or will be. My friends are checking on me daily...actually within minutes of pick up and drop off of the kids.

JOB-The safest public place is the police station and I have been advised that it may need to come to this although, I am concerned for the kids with that choice. As far as me staying in my home, that is what I do 95% of the time. It is moments when I am just getting home or he has gotten there early that he catches me outside and starts BS. I am afraid he is going to harm me too, that is why I made the complaint in the first place, to get everything documented. The girlfriend is being brought to the house to push my buttons and "moral" support because I am an "idiot" - (how she has referenced me to my kids in the past)...Shmoopie thinks it's okay to bring her because it is HIS house too...I'm biding my time on this one, because the next time BS starts with both of them, the cops will be called. He is showing an etreme jealousy over everything I have and do...IDK what to think of it, so I try not to. And I don't know about the job thing, but my attorney is notifying his attorney in regards and I have notified the courts...they can deal with him on that one.

Thanks Matt165 - It can happen here in Jersey too, but I don't have any experience with it and how often jail time happens. I know a couple people who have gone, but the percentage, no clue...all I hear are the horror stories of how support and how the whole system is broken.

I too find how Shmoopie plays the victim very disgusting...I'm tired of it, it's exhausting to hear from other people how he cries the blues and such.

I am trying to protect myself and my children, it's extremely hard, and right now, I feel a little worn down. I need a break from it all.


BombOctober 2012-
OW 11/28/12 -H still denies
Separated 11/29/12
Own place 12/12/12
Confessed OW/EA/PA 2/2/13
Oct 2013 - I knew I was done
Jan 2014 - Anticipating the rest of my life