Hey you guys. Not feeling so good these days but wanted to post to say hello. Promise not to whine much but I might whimper a bit.
Had a horrible day on Wednesday with several calls to and from Scumball, his mortgage lady, my lawyer, etc. Seems he's trying to refinance the house and needs my signature and just couldn't seem to understand why I wouldn't drop everything and come running to help him out. He even had the nerve to set up the whole meeting, etc. The very nice lady from the mortgage company by now thinks I'm completely insane. I'm not so sure she's wrong.
During at least one call, he threatened and screamed and cursed, etc. He's become a very frightening monster.
During the call with the mortgage lady, she told me he "joked" about "getting a ski mask and climbing a clock tower". I see that as a threat to my life and made sure she knew that I felt threatened by him and that my lawyer knew I felt threatened and that anyone who'd hold still long enough to listen knew it too. It reminded me of a year or so ago when during a phone conversation he said "I know where you live" and I lost sleep for several nights wondering what he was going to do.
He of course denies that it was a threat and that he was "just joking" but I'm worried and completely stressed out here. Where it stands now is that his lawyer is supposedly drawing up the final divorce papers and once we get them and sign them, then I'll sign his house paperwork. Seems like a fair deal and maybe it'll actually get done? He's under a time limit now because he has to refinance within a week or so or lose the rates he wants.
Could there be a light at the end of this long dark tunnel?
I'm afraid to even hope so. He'd probably do something stupid just to spite me even if he ends up spiting himself in the process. Either way, pretty much everyone has agreed that for my own safety, I shouldn't see him or even be in the same room as him during all this signing stuff. We'll just see.
I guess there's something "good"
from all this. I haven't eaten for days. My weigh-in tomorrow has got to be a good one. Actually I fear what will happen to my little remaining sanity if it isn't. Another good thing is, of course, Rich, who has put up with all this and my ranting and crying, etc.
Just like all you guys have ... again. Sorry. But I love you all.
Jo.