Well, he left me. He was home getting ready to leave for work, which is heavy equipment/construction, but has to drive up to Northern CA for work, while his family is down south. he asked his daughter for a hug because I was getting ready to leave to take her to school. After I dropped her off, I returned home to his truck, and his belongings were gone, as well as his wall plaques. I called him, and he didn't answer, and then 20 minutes later, I got a knock at the door with divorce papers served. My life fell apart, right then and there. No one is in the home but me. just by myself with this packet of white court papers. Just 26 years gone. I know his friends from AA encouraged him to divorce me because I saw the texts, and I didn't like the looks they would give me whenever they came to our house, or when I was riding in his truck, or at a family function for anonymous attenders. I brought it up to him several times over the course of a few years. We have a 10-year-old, a home, 3 dogs, and a cat. im left picking up the pieces, taking care of the home, our child, our pets to include the dog he adopted for emotional support. while he took all the things he could fit in his truck, as well as his adventure bike. And to add insult to injury, I don't have access to any funds that we shared as a joint account. I am so angry and hurt, especially since I know that his friends think I deserve to be treated like this. They knew he was going to serve me because he filed 37 days before I was served. None of them let me know what would happen. I really feel like, because they had struggles in their own relationships, that for some reason I was seen as a way for them to get back at their female ex through me. (It's just my guess, I don't know for sure.) But, I knew when I first met, that I didn't like them, but I went against my better judgement and chose to be more supportive, even when it made my stomach ache. I went with the belief that if I was supportive enough, he would get better. I was judged, because in the beginning, I didn't want to go to Al-Anon. Then I went to Al-Anon for a full month and every now and then afterwards. Fast forward almost 5 years, and he left me because I got tired of his behavior. I backed off from helping him because I learned I was enabling him, and implemented boundaries- And this is what I get. I'm taking care of a home and family with no money, and I'm going to school at the same time. None of this is fair, and I want to fight him and his friends. He is gone, I get crickets from his side of the family and new friends. In my head, I tried for more than 6 years toge, but I save our marria let other people intervene, other people with no professional counseling experience. I have so much to say to those individuals that I could scream. He broke up his family for nothing. His friends encouraged him to break up his family under false presumptions. My kids have come to the decision that AA did not help him; it only made it worse. There are other recovery programs out there that are better, IMHO. Every day since, I feel anger, hurt, and humiliation. I know he ran away from his family, while his so-called friends only validated him. I really don't want to give depression, BPD, and ptsd anymore credit or as excuses for what he did. All it does is make me think of all our good times. Our kids admitted that their childhood was good. I did everything I could for them, but it only started to take a turn after they became much older (senior year of high school/ adult), and shortly after he retired from the military.
After almost a week of crying and being stuck in my room watching movies, my family bugged me enough to force me up off my butt to seek legal counsel.
So, I hired an attorney who is retired military and also serves as a pro tem judge.
I'm tired of being treated like dirt!! I guess I'll suck it up and cry later after all is said and done.


