Way Too Late Pt 3

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More journaling:

Well, I got [super-censored] again. The W texted (then emailed) me early this morning. She said she found my leather jacket packed in a bag (she's been using the suitcases a lot) and wanted to drop it off with "some other things". Yeah. Then an email, something about a check. I thought it was from a client.

Well, early afternoon I get a text saying "delivered on front porch". Guess her BF needed closet space. Boxes and boxes of my stuff, with my jacket sort of wadded up (packed my @$$, it was in the coat closet). Great, I have like, nowhere to put anything.

And in the piles of clothes was her support check (I thought it wasn't supposed to come until 4/5). So, just to prove she's really ticked off, she gave me 2 credit card statements, one had nearly $2k on it (Amex green that gets paid every month) and another with - well, 5 fat figures. Most of what I had spent on that card was for her business expenses and vacation(s). She also charged on it when she transferred the domains - remember when she did her little identity theft thing? So she charged several years on each domain (not just a transfer), and I also got some charges on her real estate software.

I simply cannot afford any of these, and the L had already made the agreement with her L on how the CC's would be handled. I guess it doesn't make any difference.

Seriously. I am out of her life. I don't talk to her. I don't contact her in any way. As far as she's concerned, I could be dead. Except I guess spousal support has really flipped her out.

What a hateful, spiteful, vindictive person.

I simply cannot figure out what she's going to do from one day to the next. Nobody would believe she's pulling this stuff, nobody. And I'm about done being quiet in the corner hoping she goes away.

Sandi is so right. They really do want all the benefits, all the good stuff for themselves. It's beyond selfish. I'm not even sure a 3 year old is this self centered. She dumps my clothes on the front porch, because why? I think we know, he wants to have a regular spot for his crap. But, they get to enjoy my artwork, my furniture, my stereo...

I was wanting to visit the H of her real estate coach, and was thinking about doing it tomorrow. Now I'm more convinced I will do just that - only I'm going to tell him every blessed thing she's done. I'm going to tell all her friends on her FB high school reunion page in case they haven't figured it out.

I'm tired of her cake eating and brushing the crumbs off on me. I want her to be as uncomfortable as possible. I simply don't care. I want her to leave me alone. She's pursuing me, only to do damage - nothing else.