Thanks for all the replies everyone. I did read each one.
Here's an update, the OM is back in the picture. I drove by his parents house early AM a couple days ago, apparently he stays there even though he has a place of his own. But he stopped staying there after I confronted it a month ago. WAW had her vehicle hidden around the block.
I decided I was going to not fight or argue. But I needed our SUV bc I decided [censored] this I'm going to get my fun car and go have some fun this weekend. So I swapped all the stuff and took our nice vehicle that she normally drives. And turned off my location on my phone so she can't eavesdrop. Eventually she came to see her car gone and mine there.
I didn't realize her wallet was still in there. She started calling a ton and texting a ton saying how she needed it. I gave 2 brief responses about how I'd get it back to her and she continued to call and text like crazy. I decided I didn't even want to see her so I dropped the wallet at her folks house in the middle of the day and let them know where it was. If I took it home to her I'd have to see her and that'd be a fight. Also I just thought screw it it's not my problem.
No contact since the brief text response a couple days ago. She tried calling yesterday morning and I ignored. I'm frustrated more than angry and upset and I am getting a life. Went out for Cinco and had a decent weekend. I don't know if I want to go home or stay away a couple more days. I will not utter the D word to her again .
I wish I didn't tell her sister and dad what happened Friday. I should have let theme find out on their own but I was freaking out. I do think I am getting to a spot mentally where i can stop freaking out or control it I mean. I am sleeping 8 hours again.
On the plus side she is still trying to hurt me, saying mean things. But I do think the nice gestures are really over.
Today is my bday...I hate bday too but this is the first one I actually wish we were celebrating.
H 34 W 29 BD 3/12/18 Divorce Busted Spring 19
It is not things that bother us, but the stories we tell ourselves about things.