Just thought you guys should know. You wouldn’t want to follow the blog of a nut job would you? Hahaha. 🙂
I asked if he was still going to his Saturday morning meetings because I’ve been avoiding that group for a while for fear of running into him. I didn’t want to make things awkward. I just asked because I’ve missed the ladies in that group and wanted to know. He said he hasn’t been to “one of those meetings” since he left, so I should go to that one again if I want.
He also said that he is never going back, and made this snide face that I can’t quite describe. He was standing there with his greasy hair sticking up in all directions and a superior look on his face, like he was getting great pleasure out of proving how much better he is than me (by continuing in his addiction and denying there was ever a problem). I broke and said something like, “Of course not. You like being completely screwed up sexually.” Then he said, “And you like being a nut job.” I said, “Okay, sure” and he repeated himself as he finally walked out of the door.
That conversation was on the heels of another gem. He said that he didn’t want to take anything that I had paid for so that I couldn’t write about him on my “little blog” to tell all of my “people” that he was a deadbeat – as his car was outside full of things that I had paid for. I said as much – what kind of weird double standard is it to not want to take anything your spouse paid for while carrying an armload of things they bought? Then he said that he didn’t think gifts applied – although all the kitchen things he took tonight were just items I purchased while he was in school for him to use in the house. Truly, I’m not going to use them and he needed to take all of it because I don’t want to look at it and he’s the only one who needs a pasta maker and ravioli press and other crap that I can’t remember the name of. But still… don’t say you don’t want anything I paid for when the only things in this house are things I bought.
Then he said something like, “We can both just keep anything we bought, including gifts,” because then he could have “all the jewelry” he got me. I asked, what jewelry? The one necklace (that his brother paid for) and the wedding rings? He then claimed to have purchased me several diamond necklaces, but couldn’t name any other than the (only) one he gave me 3 years ago, which his brother put on his credit card. Oh, and the $90 earrings he gave me at our wedding reception. Apparently he didn’t like that reminder of his lack of money (or responsibility) during our entire relationship because that’s when he started raising his voice and giving me the crazy eyes.
Before he left he mentioned something about not being able to wait for April. Like I’m just pining away for him over here. LOL. I offered him an out – just admit that you cheated on me and this can be done immediately, like yesterday. The papers can be filed and everything can be finished as soon as a judge signs the order. He then said that he never cheated on me. Really? Oh, and that he lied about the 4 other women he had affairs with to “speed things along.” Riiiiggght! Maybe he’s even convinced himself of that. Why he wouldn’t just have left on his own is a mystery, but when you make up lies they never make complete sense.
I was very, very tempted to say that he should enjoy his hand as much as possible since that is the only partner he will get again other than possibly some internet skank who he can exchange STDs with. But I restrained myself. Temporarily. I did buckle and couldn’t help but deliver a closing blow by text:
“Your family must be nut jobs too because several of them have contacted me to say they can’t believe I lasted as long as I did being married to you.”
(Aside: This is completely true – cross my heart and hope to die. I was as surprised as anyone to get multiple Facebook messages, texts and emails from HIS family congratulating me on cutting him loose…)
I followed that up with:
“And even if you claim not to have cheated, what’s one more lie?”
Immature? Certainly. But I don’t really care. I’ll be the bigger person tomorrow. Tonight I have a cold, I got 5 hours of sleep, and I needed to unload on someone. He made a good target, especially since he goaded me to the point where I didn’t care to restrain myself any more. Plus, I’m a nut job, right?