Add another to that statistic.
June 26, 2015.
The date my marriage actually ended. Technically it is still going through the formalities but he and I have signed the papers, they have been forwarded to the judge and are just awaiting a bit of ink for it all to be official.
The death knell to my relationship was not even the skids.
It was my DH’s willingness to ignore dangerous and illegal behaviors and his eagerness to bury his head ass deep into the sand to make his life easier that killed it.
I was out of town for work. I was not supposed to return home until Saturday June 27th.
I came home a day early.
‘D’H was at work.
I found my two youngest skids (both under 18 and living in the house) shit faced drunk. Not just them, but three of their friends as well.
I attempted to call DH on his cell. I was sent to voice mail.
So I called the cops and told them I had 5 teenagers drunk in my house.
One of these teenagers was a boy my youngest step daughter had recently started dating, with DH’s blessing.
Then again DH had been told the boy was 18. Come to find out he was 21 and the one who bought all the alcohol.
He was arrested.
The four real teenagers were all given essentially tickets called a Notice to Appear. So they get to show up in court and explain to a judge why they were underage drinking.
The two visiting teens? Their parents had to come pick them up.
Dh was pissed. At me.
Apparently the skids getting the citations, on his watch, would/could cause him embarrassment at work.
And of course ysd was ‘devastated’ that the ‘love of her life’ was arrested and how could I hurt her so badly!
Yeah DH, go ahead and ignore the fact she lied to you about the boys age.
Go ahead and ignore the fact you didn’t give the kids permission to have friends over.
Go ahead and ignore the fact your two teenagers just essentially threw a kegger at home.
While your at it, don’t spare a thought for the fact that the two visiting teenagers would have eventually had to DRIVE home.
You can also ignore the whole thought of those same kids parents could sue the PISS out of me the home owner if those kids were injured or killed, while driving drunk, home from my house where they got drunk.
There was a raging fight that afternoon. I snapped. Full psycho mode that my soon to be ex had never seen before.
Apparently, while her dad and I were fighting, ysd just had to stir even MORE drama and called her older sister (osd). OSS was apparently visiting osd at the house she and my kids share so both osd and oss got to hear and giggle over Dad and Just having the fight to end all fights.
My kids walked into their house to hear myself and their step father screaming at each other over speaker phone and hear DH slam a hand onto a counter top to add emphasis to whatever idiot thing he was saying at the time. My son thought he hit me. So my son tore out of his house and was at my house a few minutes later. He swung and connected on DH screaming and raging over DH ‘hitting my mom’. A few minutes later my XH showed up (my daughter called him to reign in my ds). Three pissed off men, one house. Oh and don’t forget the two drunken teenagers one of which was the drama queen that initated the phone call.
Within a week DH and his kids were out of my life.
They were out of my house that night. Spent a few days at a hotel from what I understand.
To make my life easier and expedite the process I paid for deposits on an apt for him and paid movers to move his and his kids shit the hell out of my house.
OSD was kicked out of my kids house. Not due to what was going on with her dad. But because OSS was at the house. She knew he was not allowed there. She allowed him inside anyway.
Last I heard OSD and OSS also moved back in with Daddy Dearest so DH now has all four kids back, living under his roof.
My house is CLEAN. QUIET. ORGANIZED!!!
If I put something down… I find it right where I left it.
There is no thumping boom boom music.
My pool is CLEAN.
There has not been a SINGLE thing break or get ‘lost’.
There is no drama.
Peace and quiet.
So, my marriage is another number in a statistic.
But I am happier than I have been in a long time.
And I will eat a fucking glock before I ever date a man with children again.