Vey detached, no longer anxious, in limbo

[Phoebe]

So, just when I was thinking that the worst things that might happen already had, I discovered today that I was wrong. Despite financial restraining orders, today I found that my joint accounts (supposedly protected by the courts, and limited legally to only normal expenditures) were gutted. I went to pay a lousy little power bill, only to find that my balances had dropped by over 90%. My lawyers said he couldn't do such a thing, and yet I'm looking at nearly nothing in my accounts.

So, suffice it to say that I am having a hard time again. My last remaining shred of trust in WH is now gone entirely, my financial security, toward which I worked and scrimped for 25 years, is hanging by a thread (on the hope that the money might eventually be recovered), and I just feel so utterly confused, hurt, angry, violated.

I abided by the court orders, never tried to hide anything, didn't sell anything, didn't give away his belongings, steal any of our money, etc. I've been taking the high road, and WH has been taking the low road at every single turn, including this major fork in the road. It takes a unique kind of person to.ehave this way.

He is the one that cheated, did drugs, invented and acted out a fantasy life, ripping up my hopes and dreams, and breaking my heart. And apparently, that wasn't enough. He had to go and try to destroy what financial stability I had left. It's heartless,
and cruel, calculated and callous. WTF?

I wonder what I possibly did to warrant such ill will. Why someone who ever claimed to love me could steal from me, and steal so much. My long term financial security is in serious jeopardy. Yet another thing I never imagined.

So sleep's a problem again, but I think I may finally be able to catch some Zssszz now that it's nearing 4 am.


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