That's what I did. Actually, it was the third step.
I had my ex arrested and then filed a restraining order against her before she could bail out. After she got out of jail a week later, her lawyer contacted mine and had me bring all her clothes to his office, so I loaded up her car with all her clothes and parked it outside his office. Then I had a yard sale where I sold as much of her shit as I could, then I took what was left to Goodwill, stopping off along the way and buying a bottle of good bourbon with what I made off the yard sale.
Mother Earth Mag had a story years ago. Probably the seventies. A caretakeer of a dump saw a woman open her trunk and threw all sorts of beautiful fishing gear, weapons and ammo out. Next day a guy pulled up and threw all sorts of clothes including fur coats. Caretaker got it all.
ReplyDeleteDon't you love it when a plan comes together?
ReplyDeleteMine took back all the dumb shit she had ever bought me. Even pillows, and a few shirts her father had given me, boots, it was utterly ridiculously childish. She how ever would not return the jewelry, guns, motorcycle, car, and assorted other expensive stuff i had given her. Now I am called Freddie the Freeloader? When the farm finally sold I bet it hurt her to see that CHECK cut with MY name on it, not Freddie’s.
ReplyDeleteYou know wimnez would be really dangerous if they were capable of using logic.
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And then there is me and MY ex husband. Married 32 years divorced 3 and better friends now than before.
ReplyDeleteI've known a couple people like that. I envy them.
DeleteMyself, all I wanted was to be left alone so I could get on with my life, but my ex kept at me and kept at me, bound and determined to make sure I hated her. The thing is, even with all the crap she put me through, I didn't hate her. I didn't love her anymore, but I was a long way from hate. I just wanted to be left alone.