My ex-husband just bought an Audi TT.
I’m not a car person, I could give a shit what kind of car someone is driving. For 23 years I had to act as if I cared, because he cared. Even if I knew he cared for shallow reasons. This Audi TT just tells me he is the same as he ever was. I knew that. Never doubted it.
I’m wasting space on writing about HIM because it annoys me that I am bothered by anything he does. Still.
How does a man who just filed bankruptcy buy an Audi TT? How does a man who convinces a judge he cannot afford to pay child support or spousal support buy an Audi TT? How does a man who had his Lotus repossessed less than 2 months ago buy an Audi TT? How does a man who doesn’t have a job because he chose to quit buy an Audi TT?
HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN?
Just getting home from vacation he didn’t waste time texting the children to say “hey, do you want me to drive over to your mother’s and show you my new car?!” Of course they wanted him to. We have two boys, who got the “love of cars” gene directly from him. I can only hope that his shallow, selfish, self-aggrandizing gene was not passed on too. (Unfortunately only time will tell).
My youngest son was nice enough to tell me his father was on his way over, in case I wanted to leave. I hadn’t intended to leave, it is my house after all (fucker!) but at the same time, I did not want to give him the satisfaction of even thinking I was interested in his new car, so I left.
The visit lasted 10 minutes. Just long enough for him to puff out his chest, let his boys tell him how cool he was and sufficiently stroke his ego, then he had more important things to do, like lay by the pool and catch up on his tanning, since looking for work is not nearly as important.
I’m upset with myself for letting this bother me. Hoping this will allow me to let it go.
After all, why do I care what he does with his money and whether he has a job? While I supported his lazy ass for 6+ years, at two separate times in our marriage, because he couldn’t be put upon to work, I am not required to support him now (even though he did try to get the judge to make me pay spousal support after he walked away from his six figure income).
What he chooses to do, or not do, is his problem and what comes from his decisions are also his problems. Not mine. Not ever again.
Karma is a bitch, and as I told my oldest son recently, we are not always fortunate enough to get to witness the Karma in action — we must only trust that it will happen and be content with that knowledge.
He is an ass.
I am content.