My ex husband is a pathological liar. I don’t mean I think he is a liar because I’m bitter or anything like that…he is an actual liar.
Some background. I married him. Huge mistake. Found out a little later that I was Wife #2…he failed to mention to me there had ever been a Wife #1. Then come to find out he lied about where he was born, how old he was, several debts he had, etc.
After our son was born I had to have his birth certificate amended due to all of the false information my ex had given at the hospital. Yes…I was pregnant when we got married. One of those stupid mistakes I made 2 days before my 21st birthday. He was a lot older than me and I thought it would work out, etc. All the usual cliche stuff people say about what they thought would happen…
About a year into the marriage I decided this was no way to live so I packed up and took our son and left. A week after doing this I found out the ex had opened a credit card using my name and social security number and racked up close to $3,000 on it.
My lawyer attempted to go after him for this debt and the ex called me and said if I let it go that he would give me full and complete custody of our son. So, in essence, our son was worth $3,000 to him. Bastard.
Anyway, this is all water under the bridge but you need to know it in order to understand.
Jump 5 years down the road to 5 months ago, the ex and I don’t speak to one another unless it has something to do with our son. He has standard visitation rights to him and I NEVER speak badly about him in front of my son. NEVER. Honestly…not the first time. I refuse to hurt my child over his father. He will figure out what kind of person he is when he gets older…no need for me to try and color his opinion.
The ex calls me about 5 months ago and tells me that he really needs to talk to me about something but he wants me to call him back when I’m not at work or when I have enough free time that we can talk. I call him. He tells me he is dying from some kind of liver disease. Tells me that they have tried every kind of drug, all sorts of things and the only thing that might work is a transplant so he is going on the list.
I am in shock. He tells me he is not going to discuss it with our son and when the time comes for him to be told that he will let me handle it however I feel is best. I ask him why he is telling me all of this and he says that he is getting his affairs in order and needs some information on our son in order to make sure he is provided for in case something drastic happens. Primarily, his social security number.
I hesitate…this is the same asshole that made me take him to court FOUR times to get child support worked out AFTER he lied about his income. This is the same asshole that drug me into court when I was 7 months pregnant with my second son all because he missed the first 2 court dates. I tell him that I have a big problem trusting anything he says and that I am not so sure he needs to have the number.
He breaks down on the phone and tells me that I have done a terrific job raising our son and that he respects all that I have done basically on my own. That he just doesn’t know what to do…blah.blah.blah.
I tell him I need to think over everything. I talk to Sauron and my parents and we all decide that maybe facing death has finally gotten this guy to realize some of the hurtful things he has done.
I call him back the next day and give him the number and tell him how sorry I am that he is going through this and that I wish him luck.
Now don’t get me wrong, I do not care if this man drops off of the planet or not. I am apathetic…I went through the hurt, the betrayal, the bitterness but I moved on. Met Sauron and found out what it is to be truly loved by someone.
I have heard nothing else about this whole mysterious liver disease until today.
I get a short email…
"Aries,
No need to worry about any liver stuff anymore. Got on the last leg of a new drug testing that has come out and all seems to be going fine. My levels are back to normal. "
What the fuck? Hey…I’m dying. Oh, nevermind…all is well. No need to worry.
For the last 5 months I have thought about this and what it might mean for my son. I have thought about how I would handle telling him. I have thought about how I felt about this person and my attitude towards him.
He actually had me feeling sorry for him and feeling down on myself for all of the past and the anger I had.
Now I don’t know whether I believe him or not. I am terrified he is going to pull something…whenever things seem calm he always pops up with something new.
WHY did I ever even believe him in the first place? He was probably lying about the whole thing for some new, sick, twisted thing I’ll find out about months from now that I’ll have to straighten out.
Am I just overreacting or would you be worried about this?