After keeping me awake in his quest for my admission of guilt, barely husband descended to a new low.
Money arguments aren’t new to our playbook. I’m always the one to be financially punished for my ‘shortcomings’, whatever they may be.
This time around, he was trying to charge me £80 for his rental contract renewal. Ridiculous, I thought. His apartment is his responsibility, like I have taken responsibility for ALL house costs and that includes him getting half of what I’m paying in when we eventually sell it.
I was at work and couldn’t scream at him like I would have liked (blessing or curse? You choose).
He threatened me to charge me for all the costs during the year I was unemployed. When I mention the year he was unemployed, he says that was because of me – due to moving to the UK because I wanted to come back and because of my job – and, because that was agreed, it doesn’t count. It’s my fault, he says.
But me losing my job because the company shut down is also my fault, according to him, as if it’s my deserved punishment, and he owes me nothing. Great marriage, when it’s one way, always favouring him.
It sucks! Big time!
I ended up being duped on over £400 on Raven’s expenses to make him shut up and leave me alone. I’m buying my peace.
I can’t be buying it forever. We have some legal ramblings to be sorted before I can fight back. I don’t want him to accuse me of kicking him out of the country to make him lose contact with his daughter.
When these final, legal, steps are taken, he better be ready, because I will come down on him like a sledgehammer. It’s a promise.