I changed my New Year’s Resolution today. Actually, I never set myself up for failure by actually putting in writing my goals for a year, but right now, I’m pissed and I am going to break my own rule. I need to set my goal and bring the pressure on myself up a notch.
I NEED A DIVORCE!
I’ve been separated awhile now, and because of some of Chef’s past missteps, I keep my home address a secret from him. Simon has installed safety measures so I feel secure, plus we have several large dogs that are the best form of security ever. Chef, for whatever reasons, has kept most of his life a secret, too, which is the worst kept secrets ever. But I play the game. I do not give a rat’s ass about what he’s doing or who he’s doing it with.
Recently, I changed jobs, and I got behind on some of my bills. Chef had abandoned his old F150 truck over at a friend’s house months ago, and in a desperate moment, I asked him if it would be okay to sell it so I get caught up on my bills. He said yes.
In that one week, this man has promised to bring me the title and the license plate at least 10 times, and every time he has either forgotten or got mad at me, and refused to cooperate.
I caught him in yet another multitude of lies, and his reaction is to call me a Liar, A Whore, and A Hypocrite. It’s like the fourth grade playground all over again. I’m not any of those things anyways, so they don’t strike home. The mindbender, for me, is that I am called all the things he is himself right now. Wtf???
I’m putting my finale with this relationship on paper. I’ll get caught back up on bills without his help. It was a dumb idea in the first place. I need some firm closure.
Next week, I am changing my phone number, and hopefully, I can find a lawyer who will take payments. I am finished being jerked around by a wretched man. I have all my friend’s phone numbers and I’ll let you guys know what I change it to, or you can get ahold of me on my FB page if you need to. I am finished being a dumb ass.