We divorced in 1986. That’s fucking Nineteen eighty-fucking six. As in over 20 years ago.
At the time of our divorce, I was working for a branch of my current employer, said branch disolved in 1991. That’s fucking nineteen ninty fucking one, when I moved onto this work phone number.
I moved twice since our divorce. First in 1985, then again in 1994. I remarried in 2004.
In 1990 (that’s fucking nineteen fucking ninety), I started getting mail at my new address to “Mr and Mrs. asshole exhusband”. From his church. He never] lived at that address. I never used that name at that address. It took me almost 2 years to get them to stop.
Last month, I went to our mailbox. And what should be in there? a Fucking motorcycle magazine addresed to Mr. Asshole exhusband. We’ve gotten two issues now. And a gigantic motorcyle parts and accessories catalog for him, too.
But today was the final fucking straw.
I’m at work. Phone rings. I answer. Male says "I’m so and so from such and such. I’m calling for “Asshole” " I asked “Asshole who?” He replied (mispronouncing it) “Asshole exhusband”.
gahhhhhhhhhhhh
This phone number would never have been asssociated w/him Ever. Ever. what the fuck.
(to those who suggest that I get the post office to stop delivering stuff to my house w/that name, sadly, my son still carries that same name and same first initial, and gets important mail there).
And, you know, it’s never anything good or interesting being attempted to deliver to him via me. Damn.
WAG is that he, or someone else, is fucking with your head.
I’ve been in my address for over 14 years and still get mail addressed to the former owners. However, there’s really no explanation for the magazine delivery. Magazines just don’t magically appear. Someone has to order them.
My wild guess is it is because your son is still using that last name and that initial. I lived in Chicago for a while. I once got mail delivered, with my uncle’s first, middle and last name. We share a last name, but not even initials otherwise. My uncle doesn’t even live in that state, and I’m sure that he hasn’t any time in the last 35 years. Some how, some where, someone saw the same uncommon last name, and decided we must be one and the same.
See, I can see this - but my address, my company phone number have never been associated w/this guy. I took on his last name (under protest) during that brief marriage (yea, and I should have known better), but resumed my maiden name and have kept it ever since. So there’s no way that my current office number would be connected w/his name. And, as Lisa points out, somebody [paid for those magazines.
and the last name is really odd, too. Well, at least that spelling of it (no one pronounces it right, my son’s officially given up on it and just introduces himself as the most common mispronounciation of it)
It’s just rather jarring, ya know, to have some one call me expecting to find him.
Edited to add: but at my office? where *neither * of them have ever gotten mail, been listed ?
My father died in 1996. I live in Arkansas now and my father had never lived here at any point in his life. On occasion I still get mail for him and once in a blue moon someone calls asking for him. It’s weird but there you go.
My dad still gets mail addressed to my mom. Not only did they get divorced in 1988, but they’ve both remarried twice since then (other people, not each other).
My ex-wife of 8 years has apparently been getting in over her head, kiting checks, scamming local companies, etc. After she cheated a local used car dealer, he began using online data companies-- people finders, etc.-- and contacting everyone who was evenly remotely connected to her. We actually had a pretty nice chat when he called me, and he directed me to some of the sites he was using. Sure enough, I was listed on them as “possible relative,” “spouse,” and my phone number and current address were listed as known contacts for her. Through whatever mechanisms they use, my childhood home address, and several of my later addresses (including one PO Box) were listed as her known addresses.
Most of the phone calls I receive are collectors looking for her. I’ve had repo men and police show up at my home looking for her. I’m still receiving Victoria’s Secret catalogues, and issues of Marie Claire and Cosmo.
Interestingly, in my mail last week, I received what appeared to be a title to a car in her name from the local Honda dealer. I gotta wonder what’s going to happen when that shows up in their mail room marked undeliverable. (Whatever happens, I bet I get a lot more collection calls about it.)
I don’t have an asshole exhusband nor (yet) wife, but I do now have three separate credit collection agencies who call—on a nearly daily basis—my cell phone, home phone, and fax machine, looking for people who ain’t me. After going through a sort of ersatz “five stages of grief” over it for several months, I’ve now accepted that they will never, ever, ever stop calling.
Pity that the miners least likely to be crushed by a mine collapsing on their heads are the ones who most deserve it.
Is it possible that he’s such an asshole, he uses your number so as to make sure he never hears from those people? Or to fuck with you? Mine has certainly done so, and admitted as much when I called him on it…
When we married eleven years ago ex and I lived in California. We moved and then shortly thereafter divorced in New York. He has live back out west for 5 years and I have lived in Maryland for 4. He has never lived in Maryland. As far as I know he’s never even BEEN to Maryland. But Capitol One mails him credit card offers almost weekly at my Maryland address.
How your work number got tied to him is beyond me.
And my grandparents, who passed on in 1988 are still getting mail, as well. I think that like Vinyl Turnip we will just have to get over it.
“Oh, him? (giggles) The last I heard, from the FBI, he was using the name Echidna S. Footworthy. He had half a dozen stolen Visa Cards, and he was running a fly-by-night driveway coating scam. If you ever find him, you’ll have to get in line.”
I got a call from a debt collector for asshat ex. Debt collector tries to tell me that even though we are divorced, they are going to place this debt on MY credit report.