The Move - Waiting Til He Leaves to Leave. (Part 1 of 3)

October 1, 2019 - September 30, 2021.

This was the rental period I agreed to. The home in the county, that I signed a 30-year mortgage on in November 2015, I'd be leaving for a rent-to-own prospect in the "nice" part of the city. I'd go from living as a family of four with my spouse of 11 years and his 17-year old daughter, to co-habitating with my little sister (26) and her over eager German Shepherd Mix...me, at 34 years old with my 5-year old son. What a time to live the single life.

To add, my husband had no idea I was moving out.

You see, three months prior, we had a discussion and he agreed to move out in 90 days and let me "keep the house" and allow our child to have some stability. Plus, it was in my name and he couldn't afford it. But anyway, a week before the time period I should have been seeing boxes lined up, there was no sign that he was going anywhere. After consistent probing he blurted out that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. According to him, he was just saying what I wanted to hear to shut me up at the time.

I pointed out how that was against the same Bible principles he acted so upset that I was no longer subjecting my time studying and he flipped out. Per the norm (as of late), he ranted about the bad decision he made in marrying me and how I can't control everything regardless of how I tried.

Duh.

I knew this because I went to the police station MONTHS before this night, inquiring as to whether they could remove him from the home since he was not on the mortgage and they stated they could not because we were married. I knew I had no control, otherwise he would have already been out. And then I wouldn't be sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my basement, wondering if it was the breeze from the oscillating fan or the feet of a larger-than-average water bug I was feeling on my ankle.

He knew that I had to file bankruptcy due to the financial situation he put me in.

He understood that now it would be nearly impossible for me to find a place on my own having, at my lawyer's advisement, stopped my payments to my creditors.

He knew I was an independent person with a lot of pride.

And he was counting on that.

But here's the part he didn't understand; my family, friends, and I are not to be underestimated.

With their help, within 3 days of his "confession" I had located a property, corralled the needed deposit (3X the rent to move in), signed a lease, and scheduled movers. I already had a trip to FL planned with my son for Oct 11-18th. My spouse couldn't leave the state due to being on probation for gun possession in 2016 and he didn't want me to take my stepdaughter, for fear I'd corrupt her more with my apostate ways. So no Disney and Universal Studios for her, logically. I was already off work on the 10th and as it were, Thursdays were the only day of the week I was guaranteed to have my spouse out of the house. Was this a sign? If it wasn't, "Oh well," because I took at as one. I was going to move out while he was at work.

OMG, I was going to move out while he was at work!

I'll be back soon to let you know how that went. 🙃