Update
Hmmm... where to start...
Oh, do let's start with a link... http://loonies-bus.livejournal.com/
That's himself's blog. Feel free to peruse at your liesure. He's terribly complimentary about me in it, although I haven't exactly been glowing with praise for him in mine, so I suppose it's a bit tit-for-tat in some ways. Mind you, I tend to be a bit more honest about certain things rather than acting as if they didn't exist or happen.
Moving on... Things that have been happening...
He's been trying to get my address out of me. HA! I think not... He can't understand that there is a very good reason I don't want him having my address, and that very good reason is that I do NOT want him turning up on my doorstep, or even having the ability to post things to me in any way shape or form. The man is a violent bully. Would you want him turning up on your doorstep if you were in my shoes? Would you even consider handing out your address to someone who promised that they wouldn't do anything violent again and then broke that promise, even if they did say that they wouldn't waste the fuel or time?
Is it just me, or is that really indicative of someone who was over me well before I left, or someone in denial? One of the two... I'm leaning to the former, on the grounds that he ignored me for the most part for the last 4 or so years. Oh, and a little birdie tells me he's not pining for me, but may actually have some other bird to use as a doormat... Poor cow will learn the hard way unless someone else is nice enough to tell her what he's like. I can't do it, because I will just be seen as the bitter ex... Ah well...
Oh, in other news, I have recently been informed that the only piece of mail to turn up at my mailing address that got lost on it's way to my forwarding address was his divorce papers. That means I haven't been served with his papers, and it also means I have no idea what he's divorcing me for. My bet is that it's something that would make a good read if it was in the fiction section of the library. Frankly there are only 5 reasons for divorce in the UK, and those are:
1. Adultery
2. Unreasonable Behaviour
3. Desertion
4. Two years' separation with consent
5. Five years' separation without consent.
Numbers 3, 4 and 5 need a time period of not less than two years. Number one requires proof of adultery, and frankly, I could produce more proof of his infidelities than he could find to accuse me of the same thing. If he felt like dragging Bear into the equasion, there's no proof anything other than companionship and conversation has ever taken place, and besides, I'm not sure it classes as adultery when he actually sanctioned it beforehand and even TOLD me to go find another man because he was "dysfunctional"... A direct quote from himself, by the way...
So that leaves the Unreasonable Behaviour. I take it the fact that I didn't stick around to be ignored, humiliated, walked over and generally mentally abused COULD be construed as very unreasonable in his book... I suppose the Unreasonable Behaviour mentioned could be his own, although I don't think anyone has ever cited themselves as the guilty party in a divorce petition... This could be a landmark case...
Well, whatever it is, he needs an address to get the papers served, and there's yet another good reason not to give him my address. I'm not interested in whatever fiction he's come up with, and frankly, he'll have my solicitor's address soon enough, so he can go speak to him all he likes. My solicitor is well aware of the reasons I left, and things are happily progressing from my end of things too. We shall see how it all pans out I expect.
In other news... I've got back in touch with a few friends recently, and it's kept me busy with the snail mail while I don't have regular internet access. I've been knitting mittens and blankies in between reading and sleeping, trying to kill off some bug that I've picked up. I've not been out the house all that much except to pick up the odd pint of milk, and the rest of my recent days has been in bed. Tonight I am babysitting for a friend while she's out on a mission for something... Too convoluted a story to get into...
By the way... if I've written to you... WOULD IT KILL YOU TO WRITE BACK, YOU BASTARDS???? heheheh
Right... m'off to get some kip if I can... Insomnia is a bitch, although it meant I was awake at 4am when my sis rang from Tasmania...
Oh, do let's start with a link... http://loonies-bus.livejournal.com/
That's himself's blog. Feel free to peruse at your liesure. He's terribly complimentary about me in it, although I haven't exactly been glowing with praise for him in mine, so I suppose it's a bit tit-for-tat in some ways. Mind you, I tend to be a bit more honest about certain things rather than acting as if they didn't exist or happen.
Moving on... Things that have been happening...
He's been trying to get my address out of me. HA! I think not... He can't understand that there is a very good reason I don't want him having my address, and that very good reason is that I do NOT want him turning up on my doorstep, or even having the ability to post things to me in any way shape or form. The man is a violent bully. Would you want him turning up on your doorstep if you were in my shoes? Would you even consider handing out your address to someone who promised that they wouldn't do anything violent again and then broke that promise, even if they did say that they wouldn't waste the fuel or time?
Is it just me, or is that really indicative of someone who was over me well before I left, or someone in denial? One of the two... I'm leaning to the former, on the grounds that he ignored me for the most part for the last 4 or so years. Oh, and a little birdie tells me he's not pining for me, but may actually have some other bird to use as a doormat... Poor cow will learn the hard way unless someone else is nice enough to tell her what he's like. I can't do it, because I will just be seen as the bitter ex... Ah well...
Oh, in other news, I have recently been informed that the only piece of mail to turn up at my mailing address that got lost on it's way to my forwarding address was his divorce papers. That means I haven't been served with his papers, and it also means I have no idea what he's divorcing me for. My bet is that it's something that would make a good read if it was in the fiction section of the library. Frankly there are only 5 reasons for divorce in the UK, and those are:
1. Adultery
2. Unreasonable Behaviour
3. Desertion
4. Two years' separation with consent
5. Five years' separation without consent.
Numbers 3, 4 and 5 need a time period of not less than two years. Number one requires proof of adultery, and frankly, I could produce more proof of his infidelities than he could find to accuse me of the same thing. If he felt like dragging Bear into the equasion, there's no proof anything other than companionship and conversation has ever taken place, and besides, I'm not sure it classes as adultery when he actually sanctioned it beforehand and even TOLD me to go find another man because he was "dysfunctional"... A direct quote from himself, by the way...
So that leaves the Unreasonable Behaviour. I take it the fact that I didn't stick around to be ignored, humiliated, walked over and generally mentally abused COULD be construed as very unreasonable in his book... I suppose the Unreasonable Behaviour mentioned could be his own, although I don't think anyone has ever cited themselves as the guilty party in a divorce petition... This could be a landmark case...
Well, whatever it is, he needs an address to get the papers served, and there's yet another good reason not to give him my address. I'm not interested in whatever fiction he's come up with, and frankly, he'll have my solicitor's address soon enough, so he can go speak to him all he likes. My solicitor is well aware of the reasons I left, and things are happily progressing from my end of things too. We shall see how it all pans out I expect.
In other news... I've got back in touch with a few friends recently, and it's kept me busy with the snail mail while I don't have regular internet access. I've been knitting mittens and blankies in between reading and sleeping, trying to kill off some bug that I've picked up. I've not been out the house all that much except to pick up the odd pint of milk, and the rest of my recent days has been in bed. Tonight I am babysitting for a friend while she's out on a mission for something... Too convoluted a story to get into...
By the way... if I've written to you... WOULD IT KILL YOU TO WRITE BACK, YOU BASTARDS???? heheheh
Right... m'off to get some kip if I can... Insomnia is a bitch, although it meant I was awake at 4am when my sis rang from Tasmania...
posted by Me at 12:55 am
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