Oh, here's a memory that'll have you in stitches - and shaking your head at the sheer audacity. Picture this: I'm knee-deep in the whirlwind of divorcing my last husband, and out of the blue, he pulls off this grand, yet utterly deplorable move to "save his family." Or so he claimed. In reality, it was nothing but a desperate attempt to save his own skin.
So, let me set the stage for you. His father had just passed away, and in his twisted logic, my soon-to-be ex-husband thought it was the perfect moment to take advantage of my compassion. Brace yourself, because this one's a doozy. He actually had the nerve to suggest that I uproot myself and my kids to move into his late father's house with him. Why, you ask? Well, apparently, this bizarre cohabitation would miraculously lead to us rekindling our fractured family unit. And oh, as a cherry on top, he had this brilliant idea that I could cancel the child support and use those funds to pay off his dad's mortgage. Yep, you read that right. Cue the laughter track.
Naturally, I declined this mind-boggling proposition. His reaction? Well, let's just say he was about as thrilled as a cat at a dog show. And, wouldn't you know it, he lost his father's house faster than a game of musical chairs. The audacity of thinking he could manipulate his way back into our lives, using me as a human shield to save his own living situation - it's like a bad soap opera, I tell you.
Now, here's the kicker - this is the same guy who once had the gall to tell me I was destined for nothingness without him. Fast forward, and guess what? I'm over here thriving, doing my thing, while he's playing real-life monopoly, losing properties left and right. Oh, and did I mention? He's still the same overgrown man-child I left behind. It's like the universe has its own special way of dealing out justice.
You know what, though? I'm beyond ecstatic to have flushed all that toxic nonsense down the drain. The nightmares of gaslighting, the crazymaking, and the outright abuse, they're all confined to the past where they belong. And guess what helped me purge these demons? My upcoming book, "RECORD OF WRONG." It's my ultimate purge, the grand reveal of the skeletons in the closet, and the reclaiming of my power.
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