I have a topic for a Friday challenge:
I finally feel that Tuesday has come after three horrible years. But I still struggle with living in the same place. I know that my ex-husband brought his co-conspirator to our apartment while I was on a business trip back then. He was proud of himself for keeping the place tidy. He also said, “I even washed the bedsheets.” He had never done this, not even once, during our 14 years of marriage. Also, I had cleaned everything before I left, so it was an odd thing to hear from him.
After the discovery, he swore that no one was in our place. But now, I knew how well he lied. I sold the bed right away. I was pick me dancing like crazy. He was getting high with joy. Horrible days. These were all before I found Chump Nation. I cannot thank Chump Lady and you enough.
I am looking for advice from you all as many of you might have experienced this. I like where I live, and it is not always so easy to move out. I cannot let these no-integrity characters make me uncomfortable, but I sometimes get uncomfortable in my own place. I feel like they tainted it.
How did you deal with this feeling?
P.S. I am almost certain that he still gets high for keeping me in the dark about who was in our apartment back then.
Personally, I’m a scorched earth sort of chump. I abandoned the field. Left in stealth, turned off the utilities, and got movers to evacuate a 3,000-square foot house in under 3 hours. For months leading up to it, I had Excel spreadsheets and photo documentation of every room in the house and the contents of each closet, so he couldn’t accuse me of taking anything that was “his” that didn’t exist. (Didn’t stop him from trying, however.) Anything that was “ours” — or crap he gave me — I left.
Enjoy the dust bunnies, Freak.
That said, I realize not everyone can move out or wants to. It’s your home. Perhaps your kids go to school nearby. You like your neighbors. It’s unaffordable to move now. Whatever your reason, you can’t let the terrorists win. So, for those of you who remained — how did you take your space back?
And for those of you who abandoned ship — what other thing did you reclaim? A favorite place? Restaurant? Work of art?
How much burning sage did it require?
TGIF and happy new beginnings everyone!