been thinking about how to explain it. When exH ran away (most posters wont remember but some may do) he too all our money - drained our joint bank account up to its ten thousand pound overdraft limit, transferred 30k from our joint savings account (though really it seemed like 'his' money as his father had left it to him - this is one of the problems i have with it all) and lef tme when i was jobless and ds was 6 months old.
However, he walked away with, yes 40 or fiftyk but he left me what we had - ie a house worth 250k and we had a rented-out cottage, which I eventually sold. made no profit but got the deposit back. So i have a few thousand savings.
But I am 48 next year and ds is 4. H went to Thailand and I was utterly fucked as anyone who might remember the thread will know. 
but my problem is, yes, i have this money in the bank. I'm not working as I am stuffed frankly emotionally and dont know what the hell I'm doing.
His family blame me because I know they think I somehow 'screwed' him financially so they have nothing to do with us.
ExH had a lot of sex with prostitutes on the mkoney then got married and is living a very nice life in thailand with his bnurmese wife and prob more chidlren. i really dont know.
The thing is, there was never any financial sdettlement from the marriage as i only managed to divorce him on the strength of a one line email. But If there had been a settlement then I probably would have been left with less ' money in the bank' but he would have seen ds if things were normal - shared loving and raising him, shared the financial input etc. I know I have money in the bank and lots of people tell me i am lucky for this. But I dont feel lucky for it. Its a thing that makes me feel really shit.
Yes it could be worse. I could really not have anything and I dont actually know how I would survive without it as i am spending it. But i did work for 20 years and I supported him so much financially.
He sent me the most awful text a couple of years ago telling me i should slice off my cellulite and fucking choke on it.
abusive. but then I have 'his' money. I dont know what I am trying to say actually.
I feel a fraud as i have the cottage money. But my son is 4 and I face a lifetime of having to pay for everything. But maybe maybe fuck I dont know what maybe actually.