I think when the police who served the summons explained that breaching the order could result in big fat fines or even prison terms, that knocked some sense into him.
Like why would you risk such consequences to see someone who want nothing to do with you? And since there had never been consequences for him assaulting my mother on several occasions, the fact that I had moved the goal posts may have made him see the light.
Sharkie the new female friend but officially his 'carer' gave him up a while ago as too high maintenance. Not least because another one of her investments left her such a tidy sum in the will that she could afford to buy a unit in Grinchville with the proceeds.
When she first met the Grinch, she was living in council housing and was very economically insecure. She thought he would be easy money. Especially when he sold the house. But when he didn't give so much as a crumb to his only surviving grandchild, I guess she figured that her chances were even slimmer. But never mind, she already got the SONY flat screen TV and an assortment of other goodies from the house.
I actually met her on the bus on Monday 18th October. She got on and sat next to me and did her usual smiling and pawing me. I hate it when people get all touchy without ever bothering to ask if it is OK. The pink unicorn t shirt and all those horrid little butterfly ornaments were just the last straw. I kept thinking of that creepy book "Brenda is a Sheep" which is hilarious until you realize that it is NOT a parody.
Luckily for me, I only had another 4 stops before getting off. I also managed not to get an attack of nausea which happened very frequently until I unofficially divorced the Grinch in February 2019. He came stalking around the street 3 times known to me between then and when I got the restraining order and each time I saw him I became violently ill within an hour and the nausea lasted for between 3 and 8 hours. And how many times have I had nausea after being on nuclear pain killers after my operation? Not even ONCE. It's not for nothing that I also call him the walking talking toxic pot of Polonium tea.
One day I might get around to posting snippets from The Polonium Papers which is my official title for the divorce letter I gave him in February 2019.
It even happened when I escaped down to Eden Vale for Halloween that year. Instead of tricking or treating, I curled up in the serpent sack and did the same thing until 2pm the next day. The feelings of nausea just came out of nowhere and went as suddenly as it came. How is this even possible? Eden Vale is as unGrinchy as it is possible to be. Now miserable Manjimup. The town of tree choppers. That is more like his spiritual home.
Later I learned that he had been hanging around the house on those very same days once he got it in his head that I had gone MISSING. Because the police had left a welfare check calling card which I found when I returned on Monday 4th November. This is Rupert Sheldrake level spookiness Dogs that know when their owners are coming home
The indignant question to his doctor which he insisted on telling me about while driving back from the funeral director the day after my mother died "Why should I go on lithium and turn into a zombie just to please my wife who is dying anyway?" It says everything you need to know about him.
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Re: The Green Zone
Date: 2021-11-02 04:32 pm (UTC)Like why would you risk such consequences to see someone who want nothing to do with you? And since there had never been consequences for him assaulting my mother on several occasions, the fact that I had moved the goal posts may have made him see the light.
Sharkie the new female friend but officially his 'carer' gave him up a while ago as too high maintenance. Not least because another one of her investments left her such a tidy sum in the will that she could afford to buy a unit in Grinchville with the proceeds.
When she first met the Grinch, she was living in council housing and was very economically insecure. She thought he would be easy money. Especially when he sold the house. But when he didn't give so much as a crumb to his only surviving grandchild, I guess she figured that her chances were even slimmer. But never mind, she already got the SONY flat screen TV and an assortment of other goodies from the house.
I actually met her on the bus on Monday 18th October. She got on and sat next to me and did her usual smiling and pawing me. I hate it when people get all touchy without ever bothering to ask if it is OK. The pink unicorn t shirt and all those horrid little butterfly ornaments were just the last straw. I kept thinking of that creepy book "Brenda is a Sheep" which is hilarious until you realize that it is NOT a parody.
Luckily for me, I only had another 4 stops before getting off. I also managed not to get an attack of nausea which happened very frequently until I unofficially divorced the Grinch in February 2019. He came stalking around the street 3 times known to me between then and when I got the restraining order and each time I saw him I became violently ill within an hour and the nausea lasted for between 3 and 8 hours.
And how many times have I had nausea after being on nuclear pain killers after my operation? Not even ONCE.
It's not for nothing that I also call him the walking talking toxic pot of Polonium tea.
One day I might get around to posting snippets from The Polonium Papers which is my official title for the divorce letter I gave him in February 2019.
It even happened when I escaped down to Eden Vale for Halloween that year. Instead of tricking or treating, I curled up in the serpent sack and did the same thing until 2pm the next day. The feelings of nausea just came out of nowhere and went as suddenly as it came.
How is this even possible? Eden Vale is as unGrinchy as it is possible to be. Now miserable Manjimup. The town of tree choppers. That is more like his spiritual home.
Later I learned that he had been hanging around the house on those very same days once he got it in his head that I had gone MISSING. Because the police had left a welfare check calling card which I found when I returned on Monday 4th November.
This is Rupert Sheldrake level spookiness Dogs that know when their owners are coming home
The indignant question to his doctor which he insisted on telling me about while driving back from the funeral director the day after my mother died
"Why should I go on lithium and turn into a zombie just to please my wife who is dying anyway?"
It says everything you need to know about him.