July 4, 2013.
I found my resolve. Strength. Independence. That my ex could
no longer trample upon.
I write this not to “get things off my chest” but to
hopefully inspire someone that feels is in a lost or hopeless relationship,
they can do it. It may take time, planning, support from friends & family
but it can be done. If you are in an abusive relationship (everything from
control issues, cheaters to financial, emotional, verbal & physical abuse and all
points in between) you can get out. You should get out. You owe it to yourself,
your friends & family. If you have children, you definitely owe it to them.
This applies to both men and women.
I had taken a new position with better pay and was really
happy about that. All the ex could say was “Well, that’s great but it’s not
nearly enough money. I need you to be making $XX,XXXX.” Suffice to say I won’t
disclose the amount but is a very healthy salary.
Huh. I wasn’t making enough money for HIM?!? What’s wrong
with him getting a better paying job? Why does it have to be me doing it all? I
did all the errands; always drove us everywhere; paid for everything; had all of
the “responsibilities” in my name; did the laundry; took care of the dogs; did
all the housework & large majority of the cooking. Yet I wasn’t doing enough.
Providing enough. Wow.
Almost two years previous to that I had had enough of the attitude
and six months after that (sadly, during Christmas holidays 2011) melted down and
told him I wanted a divorce. I did not plan on him becoming violent and threatening
me. So, I stayed. Biding my time. For me, it was the safest thing to do. I
already had my own bank account but started having my pay go into that one as
opposed to the joint one. Why? Because my pay was being spent on eBay before
the money came in. Often there wasn’t enough to buy food & pay bills. It became
one or the other. You can imagine what happened when the discovery was made
that I’d only transfer in the required amount for mortgage, taxes, etc. and pay
the rest from my account.
Did I mention I was not allowed to touch his money?
Yeah. Nice huh? He used his money for beer. Going for lunch
every day and drinks after. Smokes. Generally having a good time kinda stuff. Had been yelled at a few times about “not
touching his money”. That’s love right there folks. I may sound a bit bitter
but I’m more thankful for it. It’s taught me to be wary of people so hopefully
I won’t get screwed again. I do not want my heart broken again. I’m sure it
will happen but I’ll be far better prepared for it.
So, after that last “you need to make me more money”
childish outburst, I’d had it. Done. No more. Start making exit plan.
Believe it or not I completely forgot my anniversary this
year. Weeks had passed before I realised it. Oops.
I am very thankful I have a few close friends and a very
knowing and supportive family. Some had seen how things deteriorated over the
years and were thankful when I said I was out. Finally. I waited and planned
and got out. Safely. Yes there were things I forgot. I did manage to retrieve
them safely. He changed the locks as soon as I left, of course and my BFF busted
him on Plenty of Fish the day after I moved out (all the while begging me to
come back and fix things). All the lies, secrets, games & overall BS of
over 12 years together has conditioned me. I am simply not able to tolerate that
any longer. It all hurt but I’m stronger for it. I’m also thankful that this is
an anniversary I will remember.
Independence Day has a marvelous ring to it. One I will
quietly celebrate each year for the rest of my life. As a Canadian.
Peace & Love (and I sincerely mean this)
Peace & Love (and I sincerely mean this)