2x4's and Blows to the Head

How many times does one need to get hit in the head with a 2x4 before you learn a lesson? Apparently I needed one more smack to cement the fact that Army Boy is a complete fucker.

Two weeks ago we sat down and talked very amicably about the terms of our divorce. We even shared a few laughs. Army Boy looked at me and said he wished he could turn over his whole paycheck to me so the kids and I don't have to pay any more for him being an ass. I let myself breathe a little easier and thought, 'Maybe he really does want us to stay in our home. Maybe he really has the best interest of the kids in mind and he's finally feeling some regrets. Maybe whatever medication he's taking is turning him into a human again. Maybe he's on step 8 of a recovery program, the step where you stop being a complete and total fucking asshole.' My doubts reared their ugly heads when he said he wouldn't really agree to what we decided without having his lawyer look at it. Of course, that's just good business sense to have it reviewed, I tried to convince myself, it was just a formality, even though my friends and sister said to watch out, he's never going to agree to it, his lawyer is going to tell him he doesn't have to. 

So today I find myself standing outside a courtroom, faced with being one step closer to the demise of my marriage. I actually went up to Army Boy and greeted him and chatted a bit. Then we walk into the courtroom and the rug is pulled out from under me. Army Boy is lowballing and back pedaling on everything we agreed on. He lied to my face yet again. The months that he's been telling me that he wants us to stay in our home was a lie. He just kept stringing me along until the end when there was no choice but to tell me, fuck no. Everything he agreed to was an absolute and fucking bald face lie. A fabrication to give me false hope. 

The fact that he could look me in the face two weeks ago and pathologically lie once again to me is scary. And even scarier is the fact that I fell for it again. And perhaps the most astounding thing is his lawyer told mine that Army Boy is terrified that I will get him fired once our divorce is final. That I'll tell his commander that he's a shitbag and he will be booted out of the army. Uh, if you give me what I need to keep my house, I need you to be employed. If you give me shit and I've got nothing to lose, then I'm going to release the inner psycho in me, the likes of which you've never seen. I would think that's an easy concept to understand and would be a motivation to give me what I want if he's so worried about his job. I'm not above blackmail, or I prefer to call it 'leverage', 'negotiating power' or 'hand'. You pay, I keep my mouth shut. You no pay, I share my truths with any one who will listen and that includes those in uniform as well as civilians.  

If he wasn't such a fucking coward, he could have told me over the summer that there's no way he could financially swing what I was asking for. He could have talked to me about his bills and calmly said, I can't survive on what I'm left with. I would have been pissed but I would have dealt with it and avoided what I don't want to do - move the kids during the school year. Now because Army Boy is a fucking coward who has no balls, I am faced with telling my kids that we need to sell our home and they will be switching schools. 

Thanks Army Boy for continuing to be a worthless excuse for a human being who can lie with such ease and fool me yet again. Thanks for letting your lawyer play the bad guy as you refuse to look at me in court. Thanks for ignoring my texts about telling the kids about the house and ignoring me when I said you can be the one to list and sell the house because I have enough on my plate with getting the kids switched to a new school. Thanks for fucking up my life, Army Boy, and making me spend another day bawling my eyes out because of shock and disappointment and yes, even some hurt. 

And I'm sure your mother will thank you when my parents tell her that she needs to find a new place to live because my parents won't let the kids and I be homeless and have offered us the apartment that my mother in law rents from them. Blood is thicker than water and her son screwed their daughter over so bad that my parents are having a hard time looking at her. My mother in law isn't to blame for this but she's another piece of collateral damage due to Army Boy's morally bankrupt personality.