Well, yesterday was interesting. I truly hope it was the final argument I ever have with H. I foolishly allowed him to goad me. Weird thing is today? I'm not feeling all that badly about it. Once we finished spewing bile at one another, we were able to begin having civil interactions. It has been a long time since we've even gotten that far. I plan to put WW3 behind me and keep moving forward.
As soon as I typed the above paragraph, H showed up. He had D questions to ask me. Once again, I'm sitting her crying. He let it slip that he'd borrowed money from FIL to divorce me. For some reason, that slayed me. I am going down a cheeseless tunnel, I know. But it kills me to think of all the vile lies he's been telling about me being told to someone I really love. I'm so hurt by that, I'm having trouble catching my breath.
He wants me to hurry up, get it done. He won't help me get my car out of the shop. He won't help me with basic start-up costs for a new place. He's got money in the bank to pay for a lawyer in case we wind up fighting in court, but he won't use any of it to help me move out.
I e-mailed my L early this morning asking about his current actions. He hasn't made a payment on my car in over two months. He called them and told the lender to come pick it up - he wasn't paying for it anymore. Fortunately they refused to do that unless I agreed to it, but he's killing my credit. How am I supposed to find someplace to live with him letting all my bills go unpaid.
I guess I'll wait and hear from L. I don't know what else to do. I need to stop crying, that's for sure. Maybe I'll give myself 5 more minutes to mourn and then move it along?
I've been encouraging everyone else all morning...and I'm dying inside.
