Yeah, the loon as she will be addressed from here on out , the ex, put me in jail on false claims. Today was the day I got out a year ago and began my journey of freedom, survival , the new me, finding and being with the love I had always wanted.
I was homeless for 6 weeks, no car and no job. She took my home, my truck, got me fired from my job.
Hotels, camping and with some help from family and friends, I kept believing in myself and my dream of a happy life with the one I loved.
Got a job, a truck and an apartment. Then my love moved up here...........
Ouch.. thats more evil than my ex-wives were ... ( the getting sent to jail bit .. ) mine just took houses cars cash and inflicted more misery on their boyfriends oops meant lived happily ever after with their boyfriends ..
Personally Id rather go back into a warzone than get married again .. far less stress in combat ...
Good to see your doing better now after that ordeal ...
Yes, I have moved on, still wearing the survival bracelet I bought when the cabbie dropped me off at Kmart. Still in my jammies they arrested me in ! LOL ! Who gets the last laugh now??
traveler, I'm guessing you've never heard Love Hurts by the best ever- Nazareth! I don't think anybody could come close to their performance, no offense. :) Roy Orbison was the original recording artist, and that is the one and only song he ever did that I can't stand to listen to. He just massacred it! thumbsdown
Dark blade got me back on Nazareth again yesterday. You know who I am talking about on facebook.Although I love Nazareth, there was no love loss there, but on her end and the denial that had been there for years !
It finally came to a head when, after she told me she would never divorce me, that I proclaimed my love for someone else. Before that, her condition for a divorce was that I was not to be with anyone for a year. Heck, she tried to divorce me in 2005 and 2008, which she denies today ! But it's in the court records.
Crazy psycho bitch ! Love Hurts, by Nazareth was played at one of my high school dances. Oh, the young days !