So, as it turns out, I do need to find another means by which to support myself. And I will. Because I am a strong woman and I can do it. I haven’t felt that way in quite some time, but for the benefit of myself, my integrity, and my kids, I have to find it again.
I discovered a couple of days ago that my husband was cheating all along. With the floozy that I suspected him of cheating with, which he vehemently denied and called me silly and paranoid. That’s not the worst though. I could understand cheating. Really I could. I was reading through their facebook love messages to each other, and they are more or less waiting for me to hurry up and die so that she can come pick up my boys and take her boys and my boys all together to live in Greece for happily ever after. THAT threw me for a loop and I’m still reeling from the shock of it. Does he not realize that he could just as easily DIVORCE me? I mean, I keep going back and thinking I must have read it wrong, but the conversation goes something like:
Her: Isn’t her disease terminal?
Him: Supposedly
Her: How long do people live with it?
Him: Usually like 5 years they told her, and it’s been two and a half so it can’t be long.
Yes, really. I printed and screen capped and saved everything, but damn. I keep remembering little things, like when I was in the ICU fighting to breathe following my open lung biopsy, guess who was watching my kids? You guessed it. She has pictures of MY kids on her facebook. Which I’m going to kindly ask her to remove after I call her out tomorrow morning.
Right now the plan is that tomorrow morning I”m going to call them both out publicly on my facebook because I don’t want either of them lying to our mutual friends about what a bitch I am. Our mutual friends should know exactly why I’m being such a bitch. Then I’ll sit back and wait for the phone call, and I’ll remind him that he promised to pay 800 euros/monthly in child support so that the kids and I could live in this house. If he doesn’t want to pay then I’ll be forced to move somewhere cheaper, and I probably won’t be inclined to share with him my forwarding address. I think he’ll be cooperatve, because his green card expires in Jan. and if we’re not married and he has no job here there is no basis upon which to renew said green card.
Still, I have to pull myself together and quit relying upon him for my financial well-being. There’s no security there any more, and I’ll go crazy worrying about this stuff every night. If I drop the cell phones (that he insisted on having) then I’m only $500/month short. Surely I can find SOMETHING that I can do which will pay that piddly amount. There has to be something out there for me.



