the weekend

well, I cleaned on Saturday- H went to work out, then he went shopping- then he came back and went out again, shopping at Sam's club.

So basically, he made sure to be gone through the whole time I was cleaning.

And then SD went out. SS went out. I asked H where he was going and he didn't know. I found this funny because he calls SD constantly like every hour when she's gone. I said "wow, what a difference between the way you treat boys and girls"

He said, "it's natural"

She brought that boy she had sex with over to the house and H was nice to him, because I encouraged that. But then the kid said something rude to me so I let everyone in the house know that he doesn't have any manners, and he was so embarrassed that he wouldn't even look at me and kind of snuck out of the house. He deserved it. I told H what he said and how rude it was, and H told me that I was talking loud enough for the kid to hear me, so I told H that the kid should hear me, and maybe he would learn to be more polite. Then SD told me that he heard me and was really humiliated. I told her that I'm glad. Neither she or H was offended by that, which is suprising.

Then after I cleaned everything, SD came to me and said "Do you think my dad will be mad because I spent 48 dollars on his credit card"- I told her if he didn't know what she was buying and she didn't ask him, he probably would be mad. She said she didn't tell him. This means that he gave her back the credit card.....annoying.
Well, she said to me "What was I supposed to use, my own cash?"

UMMMMMMM,,,,,,,YEAH,,,,,that's why you have a job......

She's 18 and thinks he still has to buy everything for her, I guess.

Well, we went to the mall. I bought myself some short shorts..I was suprised because SD has the large, so I thought I'd need the medium. When I was trying them on, H told me to come out because he wants to see. I could hear him try to cut himself off at the end of the sentence....It was like he hadn't meant to let me know that he wanted to see me trying on clothes. He told me that I needed the small, and that felt good. Of course, I paid for them, naturally.

At home when we were cleaning in my son's room(I actually make my son help clean his own room, instead of just doing it for him, imagine that...)
But anyway, we were cleaning, and found a wallet that used to be SS's, and it had 43 dollars in it.

I told my son to take it to H. I was hoping H would keep the money since SS hadn't had it for years and wouldn't miss it, and surely H had given it to him anyway.

But he said to me "You are a good lady, no matter what anyone says about you, you're a good person"

What does he think, I'm going to steal money? So I told him "You are the only one who ever says anything bad about me."

He gave the money back to SS.

Which reminds me of another thing, SD keeps coming to me and saying "Do you know where this or that thing is, because it's Stacy's and I need to give it back"

Well, I think she assuming that I have those things. I don't know when she'll finally get that she is the only one who steals.

Well, I went to look at the student apartments, and they are horrible. Really horrible and I just cannot take my son and go live in those. SO i have to look at other apartments.

They are kind of in a good location, but in one kind, the carpets are extremely dirty, the place is very old, and there are low to the ground windows with no bars on them, and someone could break them and come in in a second.

I just wouldn't feel safe.

I have to be honest, I am not spoiled, but living and cleaning this beautiful expensive house and then going to an absolute hellhole, pretty much living in poverty and a disgusting place, away from the man I unfortunately love also....would be horrible. I have to live in a decently nice apartment.

SO I decided to keep looking.
H hasn't seen those. We haven't discussed it in a long time. I really don't know what he's thinking anymore, because he's not discussing it with me, but he is still wanting me to clean and he is still talking about the house as in "our house" "our room" "our bed"

And he got the info in the mail about the away school that he wants his son to go to. So he really is still wanting that. And SD's sentencing is tomorrow, and after that he wants to see about her going to Israel.....

I just don't get what he's trying to do.

First interesting thing is with his kids both gone, all the reasons he wanted me to leave, and all the reasons I wanted to leave will be out of the way.

And also, he said he wanted to straighten out the kids without me around- well, by sending one to the army, and one to a special school, it kind of seems like he has the idea that in order to be straightened up, they need to be away from HIM.

I really seriously doubt they'll go anywhere.

And he was told by an agent to not even think about selling the house now.

In other news, we were sitting at a mother's day dinner, at my son's synagogue- that the kids had made for us.
One of the moms, my friend, said to me "Did you hear that I'm pregnant?"

I'm so happy for her, but I'm also really jealous. And then she was talking about how cool the maternity clothes are now, and she was kind of joking that I like to be stylish, so she goes "Now you can have a baby"

I'm really sad. She doesn't know what's been going on at our house. She doesn't know anything- no one does. Except my one friend at work, and a couple girlfriends I've had for years who live far away.
I actually would really love to be pregnant. I want to have another baby, and also, it would make H realize that the right thing is to be loyal to me, not his ex. And then we'd have to stay together, and the kids would have to calm down to accomodate at baby, and it would make everything work.....But don't worry, anyone who would warn me that having a baby will not fix anything.
We can't have a baby. CAN'T.

H used to tell me that he wanted to have a little girl with me. He told me that his mother said she hoped we'd have a baby.
I'm sure now that that was just another one of those things he said.

Both his kids are adopted, but he said that it was because of a problem with her body, not his.

However. we've been having sex without birth control for years, and nothing has happened.

So I think it's either his age, or he's "shooting blanks" as they say.

If he knew that and didn't tell me, then that means that he actually lied and cost me some of my child bearing years, and caused me to have only one child, taking away the choice or option to have more.

I'm sure that he thinks he did me a favor by that, because I need to focus on my career and not a baby anyway....

but anyway, I'm jealous of my friend. She has a boy, a girl, and now another one.....she wants another girl.

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KarmaQueen's picture

How much longer

are you going to be there? I know you love him, and its such a sad situation, but theres a whole life of happiness out there waiting for you honey.

}:)Being my husbands third wife does not make me third rate. It just means he is a slow learner}:)

it's already halfway through

it's already halfway through may and the school semester starts halfway through august.

2 or 3 months left.

In the next couple months we'll know where the kids are going, but I predict nowhere.

Do you think your husband is

Do you think your husband is moving the kids to Israel and then eventually he will relocate there as well?

If he did that it wouldn't

If he did that it wouldn't surprise me at all.

I really don't get the combination of him telling me that I should leave, and also telling the boy he wants him to go to a boarding school in Israel, and telling the girl he wants her in the army.

But at the same time, his house in America is not on the market. He says he won't sell it for anytime soon because he can't make enough on it with the market as it is, and if he's not selling, he needs to live in it.

I have no idea what's going on, and have admitted to myself that I never will.

CplStv's picture

QUIT WAFFLING AND FINDING REASONS NOT TO LEAVE !!!

The Student Housing may not be great, but You can Request a second Floor apt. and no matter how "poverty" it is, It Will Be YOUR OWN SPACE ! DO NOT FORCE A POSSE TO COME AND GET YOU, There are a few of Us that aren't that far from There...

Seriously, Do Not Allow ANYTHING to Stop You From Leaving, for Your Own Sanity ! It may be Hard, at first, but You Will Be So Much Happier, On Your Own !

Steve

Kids are the Best and Worst Things We can do to Ourselves. When We have nothing else worth living for, We'll go on, for Them, but Oh How We Miss Our Freedom...LOL

I understand this, but I

I understand this, but I found out that I can get a better place, still right next to the school, with only a little bit more money. The bad apts are 600 something per month, but so are the nicer ones.

That sounds awesome!!! Hope

That sounds awesome!!! Hope you get one!

Rae's picture

Materialistic things

Chava, you have got to, got to stop thinking about how nice your surroundings are now. The physical space might be terrific, but the psychological space is horrible!!! Truly horrible, and it's not benefitting your son in THE LEAST!!!! Kids do not benefit from material things or surroundings. I promise you. The situation you are in is hurting you and possibly destroying your child. He should not learn to put up with cruel people and unjust situations in order to have his own room or a nice bed.

And Chava, I am not saying this to be mean. I am speaking from experience.

I had a hell of a life with my child, and we lived in some pretty marginal places! I finally put myself through school, while working full time and got my CPA. We started living in nicer and nicer and nicer places.

You know what my now 24 year old son's fondest memories are? They are of a little, old, dumpy Airstream trailer we lived in. His bedroom was literally a hallway with a bunk next to the window and two cupboards above his head. I had to heat with wood, and utilities were iffy. We were often stranded. But my son had lots of love, and good friends, and he looks back at it as a fun adventure. He has incredibly fond memories of that place. My memories are of how tiny it was, and how hard I had to work to keep it warm, and keep my electricity paid, and keep food on the table...but by god it was worth it. I never had to rely on another person ever again. And my son was not unhappy then.

The time in his life when he was most unhappy was when I was with a useless man who didn't value me. He didn't ever hurt my son or say anything bad to him...but my son could see I wasn't being treated properly, and he ended up hating this man after the 7 or so years I wasted with the wastrel. I'll always regret wasting that time, and exposing my son to that.

Please, please think about it Chava. You have plenty of time to make things right for you and your son.

A nice room and a nice house is truly MEANINGLESS! Truly. I wish so much I could somehow convince you of this. It's holding you back despite your declarations that the house/nicer living is not what is causing you to stay. You betray yourself in almost every sentence.

Give it up. Live in a crappy apt with ugly carpet. Clean the carpet and throw cheap rugs on top to make it cheerier. Paint the place. Buy a 5 dollar bouquet of fresh flowers every week. I know campus housing is pretty darn safe, as I worked at a university most of my life...so go with the safety, swallow your pride, clean up whatever place you can obtain, and make it your own sanctuary. YOU CAN DO IT!!! Just make the start. YOU ARE CAPABLE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE. You no longer have to be a powerless victim. LIVE your LIFE as you know you should be living it.

I do understand what you're

I do understand what you're saying, and I have lived in some pretty run down places also.

I'm not going to lie and say that I don't like or feel proud of living in a fancy house- but I know that I value peace and quiet and free time more. I'm not saying that I want to forget all my plans to stay in that house.
What I'm saying is that the student apartments at my new university are not where we're going to live after all.

I have already spent many years living in student apartments, during my entire undergrad degree. We left a pretty nice rental house to a small not so nice student apartment, because we wanted the degrees. We also gave my stepdad all our pets- So I can also sacrifice to meet goals. Those student apartments weren't nice- small, brick walls, tiny stove and fridge, NO carpet anywhere...old and ugly.

But in time the university made improvements, painted, installed new carpet, new windows, etc.

At this university, the new one, they are bad beyond belief. And a student was raped and murdered there last year. It was someone who was stalking her...but they aren't hard to break into.
I just didn't feel comfortable with those apartments at all.

There are plenty of nicer places nearby, for a not much higher price. And since I already don't know how I could pay the lower price, what difference does it make to add a couple hundred. I'd rather go without something else than live in those.

I'm not belittling the experience of making do with what you have.
But I don't think those apartments are suitable to anyone, except maybe college kids with no children.

Get out before you get really hurt

While the kids are a pain in the rear, they are not the problem... it's the man you live with that treats you like crap. If they leave, it won't change. He's still going to choose them over you, no matter how far away they are. He's still going to choose his exW over you. You're still going to be expected to clean the house while he goes out... possibly with other women as you've suspected. He's still going to use you as an emotional punching bag. I'm sorry, but it's not going to change. He's too self centered to give a crap about anybody else but himself... all he wants is to have everything his way.

Stop having this tunnel vision & only focusing on one way out. At this point what do you have to lose except the madness of this dysfunctional family? You can go anywhere & there are plenty of resources out there for you to use.

Cajun Lady
"Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez"

I know that he's going to

I know that he's going to stay the way he is.

He's all about himself and his stuff- the kids are part of what's his, and I'm not.
So as long as I keep doing what he wants and acting like I don't mind, things will be ok. As soon as I complain or become non-useful to him, it's a different story.
I don't like living that way.

I do still dream of things working out. I know that they will not. A miracle would have to happen. I do want to talk to a third party with him, so he can see reason, but he doesn't have the time or energy.

Anyway, I am really seriously tired of being under someone's thumb. The university is still the best way out- I don't have any other acceptance to any other program.

Sita Tara's picture

Stuff is only stuff

It will never fill you up. Until you figure out what fills you up...how YOU can fill you up...you will never be happy Chava. Holding onto things will only be selling your soul.

Then it will be "my next house... car... dress ... camera... phone... tv... THEN I'll be happy."

Then you get it. And you're not. Then it's onto the next material distraction to attempt to fill up. Or...

My next baby...now THERE's a void filler. Trying to cement the two of you together is not the way to happiness. Even that rush will be temporary, and then you'll be miserably raising this man's child.

You are so young. If you want another baby, get out of this. Move on alone for a year or two. Then you'll be in a better place to pick out a fabulous man...a life partner and SF for your son. This guy doesn't need to reproduce anymore. Look what he's managed to produce and screw up so far. I was THIRTY-EIGHT when I had Anna. You have far more reproductive years ahead of you!

“I never gave away anything without wishing I had kept it; nor kept it without wishing I had given it away.” ~Louise Brooks

I agree with Zen

I have had the big beautiful ring & house & stuff don't make you happy, love makes you happy.

I turned 39 the month after my beautiful, wonderful son was born... and I was told I would never get pregnant again on my own. You want to have a baby with someone who truly loves & respects you.

Keep looking for a safe place to live.

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