His ex wife has always been mentally ill and realized this when he told me about her before. She would break things, beat him up, try to kill him and herself, get heavily depressed and angry wild and sick. However he never believed that what she had was a sickness, he just thought she was pyscho like all women because he thinks all women are psycho.
Now that he believes she has an illness he feels bad for not being a better more understanding husband to her. Now forget that he pushed me into things, threatened me, caused me cuts and bruises, called me horrible names and was never there for me. That doesn’t matter because it’s her he’s in love with.
How this man that I gave up my entire life to be with could so completely turn on me because this woman wrote him a letter saying she loved him kills me. He doesn’t see me anymore, just her. He told me I could never be as signifigant as she is because he CHOSE to have kids with her. So she’s always going to mean more. When I first met him and decided to move to Japan he told me the complete opposite.
He’s sent her money, but told me he has none for me, even though we’re still married and he and her are not.
Then had the nerve to ask if he can divorce me soon because being married to me is a financial burden on him even though he makes more money if he’s married.
He doesn’t want a babysitter, he wants someone to be there for him in case he decides he needs it. he loves being alone but loves the idea of being married. He said ever since his ex he can’t fathom being single. Yet he says being married is too heavy a responsibility for him. Taking care of the kids is meaningless because he doesnt actually have to raise them, he just sticks them in front of a tv and tunes them out. But a wife may actually speak up, a wife might actually want sex which he sees as mankind’s weakness. He doesn’t like sex, but he loves masturbating to internet lesbian port because he can’t deny being a man.
The air force says he’s normal and I’m screwed up. This without really talking to me. They had to prove I was screwed up to send me away from Japan. I hear they’re not as bad at bases in the US, but the overseas ones are notoriously weird and Yokota Air Base (where I lived) has a reputation of being bad in every imaginable way. Despite the pictures of my wounds resulting from him shoving me around, they think I made it all up.
My stupid stupid husband Farty Clutters (his name rhymes with that), who could never even give me five minutes of his time if something horrible happened in my life and I needed someone to talk to.
I want to crawl into a hole and pretend I never heard his name.
Oh and I don’t have anywhere else I could go where things would work out for me, thats why I’m at his mother’s house. Luckily there is a couple here from Yokota who lived in my building and I hang out with the wife a lot.
