Jun 12, 2012 10:22
I posted this to facebook yesterday, and since I did try to keep a record of the things that happened over the past year on here (private or friends only posts), I think it should be added here as well.
Divorce is done. For those who don't know, Eric had been having an affair with Marianne Bray since possibly January of 2011. He was financially abusive, withholding money to the point that food and necessities went onto credit cards in my name, while he frivolously spent on video games and gaming content when we weren't making enough to pay rent. Eric spent money taking Marianne out instead of being with me during necessary medical care.
He kicked me out of our home, tried to get his employer at the time to ban me from the property, and when I finally agreed to a temporary separation to be followed by counseling, he put my property into storage with only his and Marianne's names on it. Initially he refused to even give me a key to the unit, which can only lead me to believe that he was either going to sell or trash my property. He became verbally abusive, which of course he says never happened. The promise of counseling? He claims he never made it. He dumped and closed our joint bank account as soon as possible, claiming it as a mistake before he took off to live with friends. He waited the minimum to file for a divorce, hiding the money to file by paying a friend to cash a check with the extra included with rent. I'd already signed a lease to move without having a job set up so that we could start our counseling.
I went to Eric's mom to ask for help in understanding what on earth was going on, and try to get some support for working whatever was wrong out. Instead, I was yelled and screamed at by her and her husband, with them threatening to call the police if I didn't leave their home. They refused to hear me "talk bad about her son." What "Godly" people they turned out to be, completely supporting Eric divorcing me, and subsequently his affair.
Soon after I was again in Austin, my father-in-law passed away. I was told by Abbey, Eric's sister, that I was not allowed to be there for any services. It didn't matter to anyone of the family that he was my family too. I wasn't even allowed to know the time or location of the services held.
I've never been treated so badly by anyone in my life, and this from the family I thought I'd be a part of, whom I loved and I thought reciprocated that. Clearly, I was wrong. The hatred they've shown me boggles my mind. At least now, I'm done with them. They've proven they're not the kind of "family" I would want to've raised my children amongst.
But today it's done. I can break away from the hatred of his family and the abuse he put me through.
There's of course so much more to the story, but I finally got to have some of my say. Of course there's a ridiculous amount of backlash on Eric's page over it, which continues with people essentially giving him high-five's about everything he's done and attacking me for exposing what he did. It amazes me how many people completely lack integrity. Well now it's to them to worry about what the object of Eric's outrage is, because there's going to be a time that a wall or his car aren't the thing his fist hits. It may only have been occasionally, but the tendency to lash out physically is there. Without management, or the willingness to deal with situations, it will only escalate, and his future relationships will have physical violence added to the emotional and verbal abuse.