Hey - I live down on the south coast, right opposite the isle of wight!! Come down here for the weekend 
So, today was interesting for me. Got home from work and there was an invitation from my ex's sister to her wedding. Ummmm, let me think about this - she wants me to go to her wedding with him and the rest of their family who have all totally ignored me for over a year since my husband and I split due to his cheating
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(I'm deciding on the wording to my 'regrets' now!!)
No sooner had I opened the invite and spat most of my coffee out, the home phone goes - it's the Twunt himself
. We traded pleasantries - him asking about my fab new job (he's after some money) and then got down to it: what was happening about our divorce? (prior to my new job, I'd worked for a 'friend' for three months and not received any pay; the Twunt doesn't pay hardly anything for his daughter each month so it's been a seriously horrible time financially. Unfortunately this has meant my solicitor hasn't been paid one of her bills yet and has refused to do any further work on our divorce until the account is settled
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Awwww, I thought he was being 'nice' since he knows I want the divorce to be finalised asap. No - he wants to move in with the latest girlfriend and knows he can't really do this until we're divorced otherwise I can claim half the numpty girlfriend's income for my daughter's maintenance.
I was SOOOOO tempted to just tell him to move in with her and be a kept man, but I don't see why I should make it so easy for him - after all, he treated my DD and I like pond scum after he was found cheating for the second time.
Sheeeesh, he's unbelievable. Like my friend just said, "Annie, he's a real gem, and he's buried in a pile of shit"
The strange thing is, I don't really feel anything other than a mild case of bemusement at the thought of him already moving in with another woman.
Is this normal?