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teddy_radiator) wrote2021-12-06 11:26 am
teddy_radiator) wrote2021-12-06 11:26 am
Back From The Happy Place...
...and ready to start the battle Royale.
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mywitch ever invites you to go on an adventure with her, do yourself and favor and book the tickets and the time off immediately. We returned home from our Orlando adventure yesterday, and while I know I'm going back to sleep after I post this, I'm just mellow as can be.
Since September of last year, I've been telling you of my woes and trials. They all came to a head the Saturday after Thanksgiving, which had been lovely, when I woke up to the sound of Trev talking to someone, and realised to my horror and rage he was actually having phone sex with his English girlfriend in the next room within easy listening distance.
I came out of that room ready to throw him out then and there. The smug git just smirked at me and said, "I'm not denying anything, am I?"
The upshot was a full-on, 12-hour long arguement that ended with both of us crying, screaming, and threatening one another. He is now residing in the guest room, where he will stay until his trip to England in February. After that, according to him, he's going to come back, sell all his stuff and return for good. He said he had 'only just made up his mind, as he wants to be near his granddaugter." I reminded him it was NOT his grandaughter's bra I heard him talking about removing slowly and gently. Besides, until his daughter guilted him into come to see said new grandchild, he hadn't even planned to visit her during his trip.
In the end, he started feeling sorry for himself and started crying and confessed that it was all his fault and that he took full responsibility for destroying our marriage and that I was not to blame, which he had been blaming me for the past 13 months.
I told him why didn't he just sell up now, just go and not come back? And then all was revealed. "It's my house too and I think you giving me half the value of the property is more than fair."
Well, I don't.
I'm seeing a lawyer tomorrow who has a reputation for being aggressive, and I want to know exactly where I stand. He thinks I don't want things to get messy. I think he's crazy if he thinks they will give a 60 year old woman a loan for half the house. If the courts rule in his favour, I'll lose everything and he'll swan off scott free to live with Miss Bra remover and I'll have nothing. Well, I refuse to accept that. I will do whatever it takes to survive this, including Go Fund Me's, bake sales, prostitution, whatever. I will not allow him to take every damn thing from me just because he wants to get his dick wet with this woman.
Since then, he's been extra nice, even going so far as to offer to (gasp!) pay one of the bills, which he's never volunteered to do since he got a job last July. He even had tea and a bit of supper waiting for me when I finally arrived back home last night (bad wreck put me behind schedule for about 45 minutes). He had no interest whatever in hearing about the park or the fun things we saw and did, even though I wanted to tell somebody so he had to listen whether he wanted to or not.
When I asked what he had done with his weekend (besides wanking himself into a coma with bra woman (I refuse to say her name because it pisses me off), and he replied, in this order, a little diy, some laundry, binged watched breaking bad, ate a bit of junk food, and around 2am Saturday his mom passed away.
He sounded a lot more affected by Breaking Bad. And he got mortally offended when I called him a cold-hearted bastard.
I know I'm in for a bad, bad next few months, but if I can come out alive and still be able to keep the house and support myself, I will be at peace.
But I feel pretty peaceful at the moment. Or maybe I am still just very tired from the drive last night.
We had such a great time.mywitch, as you all well know, is one of the funniest, most talented, caring, loving people, and spending time with her only makes you want to spend MORE time with her. We walked about a million steps, ate at Toothsome's Chocolate Emporium, a haven for lovers of chocolate, Steampunk and some of the best food I've ever had (except for Nobu in Vegas, another gift from her), laughed, talked, marveled, took our time to really check out every nook and cranny of WWHP (which was a delight in an of itself), bought some awesome swag, and talked and talked and talked. She really helped me to get a lot of the fear and anxiety out of my head and into daylight, where it doesn't look quite as hopeless or terrifying. She was a soothing balm to my spirit, and even was able to prise open that tiny crack in my shut up brain to allow my sweet Muse's light to shine through.
I have returned from a wonderful adventure renewed, inspired, calmer, and more determined to find whatever means possible to be able to keep the one thing Trev hasn't taken away from me. Be giving me a little think and some good karma tomorrow, Tuesday, around 11:30. I'm still scared, but I know I must be brave. And I'm still sad, but I can also see hope. And I'm still uncertain about the future, but I can face it.
Thank you,mywitch, for a weekend that brought me back to the light.
If
mywitch ever invites you to go on an adventure with her, do yourself and favor and book the tickets and the time off immediately. We returned home from our Orlando adventure yesterday, and while I know I'm going back to sleep after I post this, I'm just mellow as can be.Since September of last year, I've been telling you of my woes and trials. They all came to a head the Saturday after Thanksgiving, which had been lovely, when I woke up to the sound of Trev talking to someone, and realised to my horror and rage he was actually having phone sex with his English girlfriend in the next room within easy listening distance.
I came out of that room ready to throw him out then and there. The smug git just smirked at me and said, "I'm not denying anything, am I?"
The upshot was a full-on, 12-hour long arguement that ended with both of us crying, screaming, and threatening one another. He is now residing in the guest room, where he will stay until his trip to England in February. After that, according to him, he's going to come back, sell all his stuff and return for good. He said he had 'only just made up his mind, as he wants to be near his granddaugter." I reminded him it was NOT his grandaughter's bra I heard him talking about removing slowly and gently. Besides, until his daughter guilted him into come to see said new grandchild, he hadn't even planned to visit her during his trip.
In the end, he started feeling sorry for himself and started crying and confessed that it was all his fault and that he took full responsibility for destroying our marriage and that I was not to blame, which he had been blaming me for the past 13 months.
I told him why didn't he just sell up now, just go and not come back? And then all was revealed. "It's my house too and I think you giving me half the value of the property is more than fair."
Well, I don't.
I'm seeing a lawyer tomorrow who has a reputation for being aggressive, and I want to know exactly where I stand. He thinks I don't want things to get messy. I think he's crazy if he thinks they will give a 60 year old woman a loan for half the house. If the courts rule in his favour, I'll lose everything and he'll swan off scott free to live with Miss Bra remover and I'll have nothing. Well, I refuse to accept that. I will do whatever it takes to survive this, including Go Fund Me's, bake sales, prostitution, whatever. I will not allow him to take every damn thing from me just because he wants to get his dick wet with this woman.
Since then, he's been extra nice, even going so far as to offer to (gasp!) pay one of the bills, which he's never volunteered to do since he got a job last July. He even had tea and a bit of supper waiting for me when I finally arrived back home last night (bad wreck put me behind schedule for about 45 minutes). He had no interest whatever in hearing about the park or the fun things we saw and did, even though I wanted to tell somebody so he had to listen whether he wanted to or not.
When I asked what he had done with his weekend (besides wanking himself into a coma with bra woman (I refuse to say her name because it pisses me off), and he replied, in this order, a little diy, some laundry, binged watched breaking bad, ate a bit of junk food, and around 2am Saturday his mom passed away.
He sounded a lot more affected by Breaking Bad. And he got mortally offended when I called him a cold-hearted bastard.
I know I'm in for a bad, bad next few months, but if I can come out alive and still be able to keep the house and support myself, I will be at peace.
But I feel pretty peaceful at the moment. Or maybe I am still just very tired from the drive last night.
We had such a great time.
mywitch, as you all well know, is one of the funniest, most talented, caring, loving people, and spending time with her only makes you want to spend MORE time with her. We walked about a million steps, ate at Toothsome's Chocolate Emporium, a haven for lovers of chocolate, Steampunk and some of the best food I've ever had (except for Nobu in Vegas, another gift from her), laughed, talked, marveled, took our time to really check out every nook and cranny of WWHP (which was a delight in an of itself), bought some awesome swag, and talked and talked and talked. She really helped me to get a lot of the fear and anxiety out of my head and into daylight, where it doesn't look quite as hopeless or terrifying. She was a soothing balm to my spirit, and even was able to prise open that tiny crack in my shut up brain to allow my sweet Muse's light to shine through.I have returned from a wonderful adventure renewed, inspired, calmer, and more determined to find whatever means possible to be able to keep the one thing Trev hasn't taken away from me. Be giving me a little think and some good karma tomorrow, Tuesday, around 11:30. I'm still scared, but I know I must be brave. And I'm still sad, but I can also see hope. And I'm still uncertain about the future, but I can face it.
Thank you,
mywitch, for a weekend that brought me back to the light.
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Sending the best possible thoughts for you for tomorrow. ❤️
And, um, if you still feed the urge to talk about your adventures, by all means, I pretty much live vicariously these days. Feel encouraged to drown me in any and all details about your trip. 😉
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I am here and I can, and want to, help.
XOXOXO
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My witch is the best. <3 you be as aggressive as you can. He fucking set it up on purpose where you could hear him. Rip his balls off if you can. I'll donate to a gofundme you just tell me when.
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Teddy, I’m so sorry. No one should have to deal with that. I am thrilled that mywitch gave you some effective, affordable therapy. She’s a gem! In this post, although your words are telling me bad things, your tone is telling me that you are going to be okay. I shall overload you with good thoughts and karma tomorrow. I don’t have any great advice, but my thought is that if he thinks you are a pushover, or won’t want to cause trouble and fight him, maybe don’t disabuse him of that notion. If he doesn’t think you’ll fight he may be less prepared for things when you unleash on him. Which is what it sounds like he deserves. Best of luck to you! Please keep us posted . ❤️❤️❤️
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It's good to know you have a good time at Orlando. You deserve some fun and girl time, and
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I'm glad you had such a good time, and I hope you and the lawyer give Mr. T hell.
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This 59 year old woman will happily contribute to your GoFundMe or any other random plan to free you from the infestation in your home!
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Is Trev short for Trevor?
If so, he's a real toad; and Neville Longbottom's been looking for him since his first year of Hogwarts.
Use the power of that cutthroat lawyer, and get so much that he can't pay for long distance phone sex; let alone pay for a plane ticket to England. I bet if he's broke, Braless won't find him even remotely attractive.
I hope things will be better soon.
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I’m glad you got to have fun with Mywitch. I’m so sorry about the rest.
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