My Story…Part 38

     My second wife worked in an industry where she had received her bachelor’s degree. It was in a field where she helped people. She jumped from job to job and workplace to workplace. She was constantly looking on line for her next job, even right after she had got a new one.

     She had told me that she met a woman, in the same field, who made a ton of money. She had a virtual empire in the county where we lived. So my greedy ex thought she would tap into that field and make the kind of money her “idol” made.

     It was quickly obvious to me that this was not a money maker she made it out to be. She never built up enough credentials in one place and she was sometimes unemployed because things “didn’t work out” for her.

     I could only work so many hours a week. Overtime was a rarity and money was always tight. If we were lucky enough to have any.

     We were always hiding our Durango in the garage because the bank constantly called to repo it. We were not making our house payments. We were not paying her dad frequently enough either.

     At one point I was on the phone with him explaining to him, again, that we could not afford anything and we were not paying for anything, and how he should have never have pushed us to buy that house.

     He was amazed by the news he heard. Apparently he was being lied to. Imagine that! He said to do what we could and I told him we were heading for bankruptcy.

     Bankrutpcy was the LAST thing I wanted to do. But the new law was nearing for how bankruptcies were going to be handled, so I felt I had no other choice. We HAD to file.

     I was mad as hell about doing it, but we hired a lawyer and it was on. I thought that after this was over, I was going to divorce her. At least I would have a “new beginning” with a clean slate of credit.

     I entered this marriage with sterling credit. Those days were long gone. Creditors constantly called, the Durango was in trouble, the mortgage was never paid.

     We tried to make deals with these places, but that no use. After the second payment in these new deals, we were right back where we started, broke, and not paying for anything.

     So the bankruptcy was our final move. We filed everything EXCEPT the Durango and the house. We went to court, then waited the few months for the finalization and the our credit was wiped clean. But it was severely bruised.

     I felt like a loser. The only thing that kept my head up was that I knew I was done with this beast of a wife. I entered the marriage with great credit, and now I was firm to not let her get anything anymore.

     She had told me that she never wanted a divorce, that anything can be worked out, and that we were to be together forever.

     For the last year of the marriage, I had other ideas. And I made it very obvious to her that I wanted out, and I would do whatever I needed to do to get out and as far from that beast as I could.

My Story…Part 37

     My marriage to the beastly second wife was miserable, if you didn’t pick up on that already. I could not even take a crap without first having to sign a waiver explaining my whereabouts for the next several minutes.

     I slaved around that house to make it just right for her because hell would rain on me if I didn’t. She had an image to uphold to her friends and family.

     Speaking of her family, the extended part, that is, were a half-way decent bunch. I just happened to pull the short straw and get the crap of the litters. I had a wife who was not worth much, a waste of skin and oxygen, and her immediate family, who were just as messed up in the head as she was.

     I realized that up until the day I met her, I had a pretty good life. Yeah, I messed up a few things here and there along the way, but I had pretty good luck. At some point my luck ran out, and it stayed out. I could not get into a good groove for nothing! Everything I did and touched turned to crap, and it had alot to do with the hairy monster on my arm at the time.

     Her extended family were simple people. They didn’t need luxurious things, they were happy just the way they were. Her one cousin married into money, though. I believe, to this day, that she was the role model for my greedy exwife.

     That cousin had a nice big house, nice cars, etc. etc. My beastly wife wanted to show she could the same. She spent money we didn’t even have to do it, too.

     We had this cave of a house, I had a nice pickup, from before I met her, and I had leased her a brand new Durango. We were strapped! And it got worse.

     Her idea of a good time, for a while, was to go to the casinos in Detroit and spend money on playing Roulette. I don’t know who she thought she was, and believe me, I fought this everytime she wanted go, but she had illusions of hitting it big and paying some bills off!!

     You guessed it! She KNEW we were broke. She KNEW we had no money, and the money we barely DID have, got thrown on a table hoping to get more of what we should have kept. It was ridiculous.

     Again, more bragging on her part, to her friends that we went to the casino. It was all image with no foundation, nothing to support our lifestyle.

     That Durango, by the way, would get ruined a couple months before our marriage ended. She drove it ALL the time. She put gas into it. She decorated it with some stupid stickers. It was her truck. But she forgot one tiny, easy thing. Oil change.

     The engine blew one particular morning on her way to work. I tried frantically to pour as much oil into it to save the engine, but it was no use. It made horrible noises and it was ruined.

     This was the last straw for me. It was her neglect to everything, her not caring and an attitude that if something gets broke, buy a new one. Well it wasn’t going to work on a lease. We still owed money on it.