Sharing a bit of insanity

Just wanted to share with you a classic encounter with my Borderline ex-husband.

So we were married for ten years and, during that time (aside from losing his job, going to prison for arson and other delights) he had five cars booted for parking tickets (two of them were towed away, the other three we ended up paying over a thousand dollars each to get them out of the boot). He feels he shouldn't have to pay to park his car.

We still own a business together and, every hour of every day he berates me for things like going to the grocery store or buying shoes for our duaghters, as we don't have much money for them.

So this morning I get an account alert from my bank informing me that $930 dollars has just been debited from the business account by the City of Chicago. Yep. Another boot.

So I don't hear from him all day, and when it's time for him to pick up our daughters at school, he comes and ring my bell and YELLS AT ME because--get this--I insisted on living in the citywhen we got married thirteen years ago, and if we had moved to the suburbs like he wanted to, he wouldn't have had his car booted.

Keeping in mind that all he had to do was put two or three quarters in the parking meter when he parked, but didn't, because he felt he didn't have to, even though HE'D HAD FIVE CARS BOOTED AND TOWED AWAY BEFORE.

This is, if I recall, the definition of insanity. And a textbook incident of borderline personality disorder.