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40-50

My Story

So, about me: (My past 28 yrs of unfufilled relationships...)

First husband, my oldests father left me for my friend 2 days before Thanksgiving, in 1989. He came home, took the .22 off the wall and started shooting our kittens. Cornered me and said he wished he hadn't sold the .357 (which I percieved as a threat) and took off. My friend was our babysitter. I worked for a vet at the time,

I took the surviving animals out to board at my work, the dead for pictures for my atty (Which I knew I would need to retain) and headed to the sheriff to make a report and got the gun out of the house as well.

Told my gf to not let him have the kids. But she did. (She was seeing him at the time. I had no idea)

And when I got home with the sheriff, she was there in my house, with a few bullet holes in the walls and my little kids there ages 3 and 5 fast asleep and he had MY shit packed up. And the sheriff will make the more bendable person leave. (Lived in Pheasant Run at the time)

Well, I was in complete shock at that point. You could have pushed me over with a feather, I had no fight in me. I was not the person I am now. I stayed at a friends house that nite and wondered how in the hell a guy who shot kittens could keep my babies in our house and I had to leave.

Long story short, we filed, he didn't really want anything to do with the kids, he became a pothead and a flight RN and my kids still are distant from him. I did make my peace with the girl he left me for. She did take very good care of my kids and they loved her. When I married my next husband, a cop, she needed to talk to him and never got to. She was killed in a motorcycle accident in which he was a driver. OSP was sort of convinced he meant to cause that and he wanted to die himself. My kids laugh because he is such a serial cheater and my daughter just cannot get close to him and they cannot depend on him. Sad really.

Next husband, the Cop. It's where I got my backbone, for sure, But he was pretty controlling to say the least. And he was the N...Had two kids with him, lived on a farm, had horses, cows, sheep, kids were in 4 h. He hated that I was a paramedic and it was my dream job. He did not like and was extremely jealous of the 24 hr shifts. On my off nites, he was always doing "police reports" and I began to suspect that maybe there wasn't that much going on in Wellington. (police wise anyways)

I just started at 911 and Cop worked at College full time as Electrican (still does) and is Union president. He had to go to Vegas on Union biz and I did not have enough time on the books to go. He went and he took his mistress. I thought something was up when I called the hotel and it was impossible to choke an "I love you" out of him, but even then I did not know.

Months later, when an Erie County SO assaulted a Wellington police officer their affair began to leak all over the front page of the Morning journal. Not a nice way to wake up.

Nice. You can see her name in here...she recently traveled with him...one of many articles of their affair... (He ended up marrying her) and my mother in law, full blooded italian, make Tony Sopranos mother look like a girl scout. She supported the affair and even let that woman take my kids to the pd to see my husband when I was at work. OMFG.

http://www.morningjournal.com/articles/2002/07/09/top%20stories/4682522....

So, he didn't think I would ever do it, but I did.

I served him on our 10 yr anniversary. And boy howdy did he drag me thru the courts financially. He told everyone at work he filed, but even his cop friends looked up the divorce records and saw himself listed as defendant so they didn't believe him either. After all, that holster sniffin girlfriend of his had been up there for a long time.

He kept the house, it was his. I made the painful decision, although it was best for the kids, for them to stay in the school system where they were, I could not find a rent in the same area. So, guess who pays support? Me. I was fast running out of money to fight and I definitely did not want to live in the city where I might actually have police drive bys. I feared if I fought him, I would enrage him.

http://behindthebluewall.blogspot.com/

For two years, my ex asked and I agreed to pay 200.00 a month to help with preschool. . Even though alimony and CS cancelled each other out for 2 yrs, I agreed to help. Then my regular order was supposed to go in. How many guys would offer to pay money for a few yrs willingly??

Well, they tacked the 200.00 onto my 559.00 in two yrs and I overpaid for 2 yrs and could not get a modification. Copper pocketed every penny and took his lovely fiance/mistress and my children to HAWAII to get married. Which, I am sure I may have financed. CS said they couldnt undo it.

I had to get an atty and I did get a 5,000.00 credit because CS screwed up. But rather than give me a break for a few months, they gave me a 100.00 credit for 24 months or so. Which was lame considering they didn't mind gouging me 200.00 for two yrs. But justice was restored. And I kept on not being ugly towards him not hating him and working with him...for the sake of the kids.

In the meantime, I still busted my hump and work every bit of OT I can to take my kids to my sons Graduation for bootcamp, Cedar point, horseback riding , camping, movies and any other thing I can think of. All while making 600.00 less each month.

Seriously. I go without many times so they can have something. My current ex husband, the one who I am just divorced now, never helped with any bdays, holidays or anything in regards to the kids. It all fell on me. And I took on my RN student loan as well. To the tune of 9G.

I have since dove into the dating cesspool and found myself the new N.

And here I am.

There are now electrical appliances with the main unit so sealed in that it cannot be got at for repair. There have always been human beings like that. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

A mistake which is commonly made about neurotics is to suppose that they are interesting. It is not interesting to be always unhappy, engrossed with oneself, malignant and ungrateful, and never quite in touch with reality. ~Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave

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