Well. I'm drinking vodka. I'm not in ketosis yet so it's not dangerous, but I am a bit cross with myself.
I've got a problem with my ex husband, trying to contact him regarding some money we're owed, if he doesn't sign for it we'll not get it, and it's worth nearly £3k each. It's enough to drag me out of the hole I'm currently in, living in a horrible flat with noisy neighbours and struggling month to month to pay off the last of my marital debt. He's trying to avoid all contact with me, closed down the email accounts I knew, blocked me on facebook, deleted mutual friends etc.
I found an old email from him and remembered the name he used online and googled it. I discovered stuff from him on a forum, saying I'd racked up debt (I admit I've been terrible with money in the past, but WE racked up debt, nothing happened behind his back) and that we were having a messy divorce. The only reason our divorce was messy was because he sold our house, lied to me about how much was left and refused to give me any of the money.
At the time I found out he's in a relationship with someone who was meant to be his friend, and they were expecting a baby. Our relationship had really crumbled when we were struggling to conceive, so I think I deserved to find out he was expecting a baby from him, not from gossip. We were supposed to be friends, and then I heard that. The news pretty much confirmed that the fertility problem was mine, and he didn't have the decency to tell me.
On the forum I found tonight, he said he's been in love with his current partner for 17 years, but couldn't say anything because she was married. So he'd basically married me while in love with someone else. I also found dating profiles on dogging websites and 'illicit encounters' sites. They didn't have dates on so I don't know if it was from when we were together or not. Either way it's just not the sort of person I thought he was.
The worst thing is, he's got people believing I'm the devil. That I got him into loads of debt and ruined his life. I think the idea that he was good with money but sat back and let me get us into horrific debt reflects worse on him than the truth, which is we were both naive, stupid, and living beyond our means.
I feel so betrayed, by the fact he obviously didn't ever love me, by the cheating, by lying about me, by letting his Dad ring my Mum accusing me of taking out fraudulent loan applications just days after a good friend of mine died suddenly (leaving behind my best friend and her 3 young children), and now by the fact he's refusing any contact with me.
I can't understand how he doesn't feel any guilt for what he's put me through. I can't grasp how he can live with himself ignoring me completely when 2 seconds of his time (and no money) could make such a dramatic difference.
I hate the fact that I'm living in the city where the people who hate me due to his lies live, and I could bump into them at any time.
I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to get past a betrayal of that kind. It's just incomprehensible to me that I can ever get over this.
So, yeah. Vodka. Seemed the sensible solution.