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Thirty days after moving out of the marital house


 Going from friendly to ugly

It's been 33 days since I arrived in Utah from Arizona. A lot has changed. On Tuesday I will start my third job. Hopefully, it will be the last one. I signed up for shipt, it's a shopping job, that I can do on my days off for a little extra cash and after what I did yesterday, I'm going to need it.

Let me start by saying that my little family has been through two major life events since I moved in with them. I won't go into details, let's just say, neither event was pleasant. My soon-to-be-ex didn't ask how everyone was handling it, not really, he just commenced to calling the one in question an idiot. Which pissed me right off.

How many mistakes had he made that I overlooked or helped him through? I told him he was an idiot for wrecking our marriage and one day he'd wake up and realize what a catch I was. He had the nerve to say I'd do the same. Wake up and realize he was a catch? He cheated more than once and lied to my face so many times. When we were trying to figure out if I had cancer he quit his job causing me to lose my health insurance all because his coworkers were mean to him.

I never thought this would turn into an ugly divorce. Yesterday he put the icing on the shit cake. He took out a loan for $12,000. I told him to get me off his bank accounts and I would do the same. This is ridiculous. He doesn't even have a job. He's living with his girlfriend and she is paying for everything.

The plan was to wait until the first of the year to divorce and file our taxes married and joint. Well, I will wait until December 1st ish and file for divorce. I have to be in this county in Utah for 90 days before I can file. When we do our taxes for this year we will file married and separate.

I won't be asking for anything in the divorce, no spousal support or alimony. I really can't rely on him to hold down a job to pay me anything, anyway.

If someone would have told me a month ago, I would feel such rage for the man I spent 29 years with...
I'd have said they were crazy, that we were parting as friends. When I called him to talk about the loan he said I was going off the deep end. No, it rightfully upset me he might very well have made this a situation where I am financially responsible for this debt.

To the point of this very winded rant. If you are going through a divorce, be prepared for a mixed bag of emotions. Life is short though so learn to let it go. Yell, scream, cuss, and lean on those who support you, then let that shit go. Keep working on yourself and moving forward. There is a light at the end of this very long tunnel.

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  1. vicOctober 27, 2021 at 10:39 AM

    There are so many lies in here. I didn't quit my job, I was fired for not being fast enough because I refused to cut corners and half ass inspections that could potentially kill someone if a helicopter crashed because we missed something.

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