Changes and Challenges: A brain dump of my mess

My personal life imploded. My husband and I have separated but we are still living in the house with the kids together because financially that is our only option right now. I haven’t been able to write and I’ve been barely functioning. There was so much emotion and stress and tears wrapped up in it all. Then there was dealing with sobriety on my terms, and of course COVID – and people have gone completely bonkers out there politically and with the masking business. I knew our society was selfish, but I didn’t realize we were “I don’t give a fuck if you die. I’m going to do what I want and not be a decent human because FREEDOM!” And I’m stressed about returning to work as a teacher. I was stressed before all this, now It’s just amplified. I’m not good at multitasking emotionally.

My marriage has been in trouble for awhile. My husband has problems with money. He hops from job to job, never staying long in one place. He would frequently take out pay day and title loans against my paid off cars, (he always held the titles in his name. I didn’t think it mattered) and they would get repossessed when he decided not to pay. A few years ago my husband was arrested and went to jail briefly for stealing from his employer. He ended up getting a slap on the wrist – a few weeks in jail, probation, and restitution. He lost a good job (of course) and his VA disability benefits ceased while he was in jail. That was 80% of our income. Our family was thrown into chaos. He was gone, so I had to tell the kids what happened. They adore their dad, as kids should, and this was a big blow. I had to figure out how to pay for lawyers and rent, food, utilities, and other expenses. I also had to deal with the fact that I was married to someone who would steal. That the great family trip we had recently taken was paid for with stolen money. I still can’t look at those pictures without feeling sick to my stomach.

I had been a stay-at-home mom/part-time worker all of my adult life. I had a few stunts of full-time work, but I loved staying home and being a mom. When my younger set of kids (I have 2 – one much older and on their own from my previous marriage and my 3 kids with my current husband) all started school I started working full time in a school as well. It was a low paying job as a special education paraprofessional, but it provided good health insurance, had hours that matched my kids’ school hours, and I really loved my work. When my husband was working, it was perfect because it provided much needed health insurance and paid for extras and some savings. Now it was our only income. After deductions, my paycheck would barely cover our rent. I was selling Lularoe clothing on the side, another job I really enjoyed. I liquidated my inventory and closed to pay our rent and other expenses. I applied for SNAP benefits (food stamps) so my kids could eat. It was difficult. I discovered lie after lie my husband had told me. Lies I accepted hook-line-and sinker. I was devastated and felt like a fool. I consulted a divorce attorney. I could barely afford gas to get to work, much less the thousand or so dollars it would cost to file for divorce. I couldn’t afford to move out on my own. My husband wasn’t working so child support was unlikely and even if he got a job, it was likely he wouldn’t pay or his checks would bounce. I made the choice to give him a chance to grow and change. I was a fool.

One good decision I made was to move toward being able to support the kids and myself on my own. I loved my job working in special education and a nearby university had a program in which I could get my masters in special education and my teaching certification at the same time. I would even be able to teach on a provisional license. I applied and was accepted. Eventually, I was hired as a high school special education teacher. Just a couple of months shy of my 50th birthday I had my first real, salaried job. I was enthusiastic. I was unprepared. I was terrified.

Through all this my husband had gotten and lost a job, been unemployed for most of a year – except for some part time work gaming online- lied about having a job (had me drive him there for weeks even!), and then got the job he lied about. We were tapped out on all savings. After the lie about the job he agreed to get some counseling after I gave him an ultimatum. He went once or twice and quit. Somewhere in all this my nightly glass or two of wine escalated to a bottle plus. I was just trying to numb it all.

When my husband lost his job he was on Workman’s Comp. He had hired an attorney for the comp claim. When he got fired, he sent me a picture of a letter he received saying he was being terminated due to pending litigation. Because you cannot fire someone due to them filing a workman’s comp claim, I encouraged him to give the letter to his attorney. I should have realized that things seemed fishy. His unemployment claim was denied because , he said, they falsely claimed he was fired for giving medication to a coworker. I didn’t want to pay attention. I accepted his flimsy excuse as I always did, without question. He received his comp settlement which promptly went to living expenses. He told me they were perusing the wrongful termination claim.

He lied. fast forward a year or so. He tells me they have set a court date for his wrongful termination case. A couple of days before that he tells me they have settled for a bit more than $66,000. To say this is a relief is an understatement. I can see a light forward. We talk about what we will use the money for. My older daughters are both getting married. Some of the money will go toward their weddings. Our oldest needs braces. We will be able to pay for that. We talk about going on a vacation, buying a house finally, and putting most of the money into savings. Around this time I realized my drinking was excessive and I decided to quit. At first my husband keeps bringing home wine. He doesn’t want me to quit. Eventually he stops bringing home wine.

Again there were red flags. He was having problems getting the check from his lawyer, but COVID had hit and we were in lockdown so I wasn’t overly concerned. Finally, he told me the check was ready and he went to get it. He sent me a picture of the check. He deposited it in his personal account rather than the account we share. He showed me the bank balance on his phone when the check hit his account. We had agreed to put it in the shared account, but this was a minor issue I supposed. I was just happy we were finally above water financially. My daughter was getting married that week in a COVID virtual Zoom wedding. He wrote her a check from his account and we sent it off. The wedding was lovely. My daughter and her husband called to thank us for the check. A few days later my husband is out and I get out of the shower to the dogs barking. Someone is outside our house taking my car. My car is getting repossessed AGAIN! I call and text my husband but he doesn’t respond. When he finally returns he admits he took out another loan against my car. He tells me he is going to fix it. He has the money. Over the next few days it comes out that he does not have the money. Only part of it. There was no settlement. He lied. I empty my bank account to get my car back and call my daughter who confirms the check my husband wrote bounced. I am angry, humiliated, devastated. The financial safety net I thought we had is gone. It feels like it was stolen, though I know in my head it never was there. It still feels in my heart like he stole it from us. And in a way he did. He stole the peace of mind the settlement had given me. I investigate if it is possible he is just hiding the money from me. No, it really was all a lie. Again, I have to face what a gigantic fool I am.

Our wedding song was “Fools Rush In” – the song is inspired by the saying “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread” which I wish I knew at the time so I could have heeded the warning. I married my husband barely knowing him. We had spent less than 48 hours together and had known each other for less than a month. It was reckless and, looking back, completely stupid. I loved him, or at least who I thought he was. I was not perfect. I have flaws like everyone. But I never lied, cheated, or did anything to undermine our marriage. He did all those things. In many ways, if I had a time machine, I would go back, laugh, and say, “Absolutely not!” To his crazy proposal, but, by saying yes I do have 3 wonderful children I adore. At least I come out of this with that.

So, now I am on to the next step. For now we are living together. It is hard. Hopefully we will be able to figure out a way to make living separately financially viable. I know he is thinking I am going to give in again and things will go back the way they always have, and I can’t really blame him. I have always done that. It is easy and familiar. Being alone scares the crap out of me. I hope my husband gets into counseling for the sake of our kids. I’m afraid his behavior will continue to hurt them if he does not. I am in counseling to make sure I am strong enough to leave and to deal with my dependent/codependent behaviors that got me here in the first place. It’s a mess, but so far I am dealing with it mostly sober. I had a couple of days of binge drinking and feeling sorry for myself/angry with him. I felt awful and realized I want to be able to cope and deal with things clear headed as they come. I don’t do well moderating my drinking yet. I think I still have too many emotions I want to numb. So no drinking if is for now.