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Dear NSTBXH

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WellWhoKnew · 03/10/2014 17:01

Dear NSTBXH,

I was safely met at the court and walked up to team WWK's room, led by my solicitor, and followed by yours, who actually is a nice, smiley woman - good with children, I'd expect.

She has selected a barrister, who also has a face suitable for children, which is good, I think, given her specialism is y'know them little beings and what not.

But the bad news, the judge was a fellow barrister, and not a judge, just deputising for one. He specialises in...well you guessed it. Quite a cosy team they made too.

The lovely SHB, who is an attractive enough woman, but definitely would 'frighten the children', is just lovely (to me) was already there to meet me.

"Why I am here?" She asked as we entered the room.

'Cos I is getting divorced, innit?' I said, hopefully.

So off she popped to find a more sensible person.

But sadly came back with the news that the 'shb' doesn't know why she's here either.

Anyway off SHB went to do her thing in the corridor with 'shb', which is mostly just standing around chatting over our respective positions.

Mine was sitting down drinking tea, back to the door. I never got to see yours.

Your 'shb' submitted today was just a waste of time, so we should all just prepare for a Final Hearing. My SHB submitted that if you would like to make a reasonable offer, than something could be salvaged and we could spare ourselves the stress of litigation.

Ever pessimistic, SHL and I decided to attack your fourth Form E and start preparing for a Final Hearing, whilst we had SHB on board (and paid for).

Then 'shb' called out 'SHB', the latter being a very wise woman, may be a secret Mumsnetter. Well, Who knows? But she does know 'No' is a complete sentence.

Would I revise downward the maintenance?

No.

Apparently this was the wrong answer.

Would we treat this as a Fuckwits Demonstrate Reasonableness Session?

No.

Don't think you were overly chuffed at that either.

Would I at least discuss the maintenance pending suit being unfair?

No.

Seriously? No. Fuck off.

Would I provide the answers to the questionnaire today?

No.

It transpires you are very pissed off indeed, and feel very badly treated. Do I care?

Nope.

We asked that you would consider paying something towards the costs you have forced on to me.

Apparently, not.

We suggested that we ask the judge to grant a Legal Services Order, and informed them that we had proposed to submit a Wasted Costs Order.

So you agreed to release all the capital tied up in my solicitor's account to help me overcome the on-going problems you have been dumping on me since you left, and also to fund my legal fees.

Hallelujah!

So I can at least pay for today's waste of time.

So six hours sitting in a stuffy room, lots of giggles were had, and just one near cry.

The realisation that by you effectively spending all my Spousal Maintenance each month, and leaving me in a hell of a hole: all you have done, is pushed up my needs and proved it's inadequate, and left me sleepless for days at a time (including last night).

So SHB then went to tackle this.

You have agreed not to apply for the absolute until at the earliest next year. Should either of us feel the need to do otherwise, we go to prison.

It seems we are now in a forced marriage.

And one you must continue paying for until a court decides otherwise.

I bet you're furious.

Secondly, your spending is excessive. Your shifting of the assets and hiding them, has raised lots of questions. You have now signed undertakings to cease this 'master of the universe' behaviour.

Or go to prison.

Well done. You agree to unfreezing mine, and then got your own frozen.

We have agreed to have minimum contact, and only on very specific points. No more nonsense.

I can finally sleep at night knowing I can pay the bills in the short term, and your pestering of me must stop.

So there was lots of to-ing and fro-ing between the barristers (all three of them) whilst I drank tea, worked on your Form E v.4 with SHL.

It's entirely predictable that a Fuckwits Demonstrate Reasonableness is not going to be fruitful, and so finally your 'shb' informed the court that this was one of those 'exceptional cases' that doesn't get to have an FDR. But still we pushed for one, in the hope you would try and co-operate with this divorce you instigated.

But nope.

And so we now head into a Final Hearing instead. For me that's a good result (cheaper), but SHL and SHB not so much - they have to cancel their holidays.

The only winner of today was little old 'me'. The judge couldn't give a fuck, and the legal teams aren't happy at all with the proceedings. As for you?

I don't give a fuck.

We have a very strict timetable. Given we have met the previous timetable exactly as prescribed, and yours haven't - good luck with that. One deviance and the Final Hearing will be delayed. You have to rely on 'shs' now getting her act together.

Not.my.problem.com

Talking of whom, your smiley shs was pretty pissed off by the end of the day though, opening the door and slamming down paperwork. But the most amusing part was your barrister shouting at mine in the corridor.

Amazing how you make so many women miserable and antsy. Isn't it?

SHL and I were in fits of giggles. I only nearly broke down once today, and I can assure you it wasn't about you. It was about the hell of the last five months, the shocking way you left, and the endless misery of having to cope with it, the stunts you have pulled.

But the undertakings are so extensive, I know what I have to do in the five months to survive. I know what you can't do anymore. And I imagine you are furious you are going to have to keep me in my lovely home until at least then.

So I didn't see you today, other than the back of your head, as we were in a proper court room, which I didn't expect. The 'judge' asked you some questions and you spoke, but just like the last hearing, your disembodied voice isn't really that bothersome.

And so neither are my feelings about you these days.

And hilariously, the song on the radio as I came home:

I came in, checked my emails, and have received an email from the police regarding the other idiot who has caused me some grief this year, and who has been dealt with by the courts this week as well. It says,

Victim Support are able to offer you emotional and practical support, they can be contacted on 0845 6121 900

Thought you might make better use of it. I'm doing okay all things considered.

Wife, still getting divorced.

(Sorry good people of MN...I may be ranting on here for quite some time).

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WellWhoKnew · 23/12/2014 00:16

Nope. I haven't got a clue.

More fool them for not taking me as I am.

WWK.

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Hobbitwife001 · 24/12/2014 00:04

I'm more of a vodka girl myself cariad, hope you have a good Christmas, x

WellWhoKnew · 24/12/2014 00:11

Hobbit - I can do vodka. Hell, I'm so reasonable I can also do whisky, brandy and fucking Snowballs. Name your drink, I'm your woman.

But just like all of us in litigation/divorce hell, I will be having a shit Christmas. But next year - well that's a whole other story.

If Vodka gets you through this Christmas so be it.

Take care. One day at a time.

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Hobbitwife001 · 24/12/2014 00:24

Ha ha, honey, I loves ya! KOKO, as usual I'm awake in the wee small hours.
Here's hoping 2015 brings some more restful nights.

Paperblank · 24/12/2014 01:39

Wishing you a peaceful Christmas WWK and a fabulous 2015!

I have a feeling it will be marvellous

xx

50ShadesofGreyMatter · 24/12/2014 02:43

Delurking to wish you everything you wish for yourself this Christmas.

Xmas Smile
Meerka · 24/12/2014 08:13

Wishing you a measure of peace, a great deal of hope, canny lawyers (ok you've got them) and a sensible judge for Christmas and the new Year, WWK.

Justwanttomoveon · 24/12/2014 08:48

Merry Christmas wwk and I really hope 2015 is a fantastic year for you, you deserve it.

AcrossthePond55 · 24/12/2014 14:03

Merry Ass-kickin' Christmas! Your last one as a STBXW. Soon all ties will be severed and your new life will begin. May next Christmas find you in a sunny place with a handsome cabana boy!

Enjoy the day, drink lots of whatever you choose, eat cake. Lots of cake!

Karenthetoadslayer · 25/12/2014 08:27

Happy Christmas, WWK Xmas Smile.

ninetynineonehundred · 25/12/2014 09:31

Wishing you love this Christmas from a long time lurker and a prayer that 2015 is a happier year for you. Xx

whyMe2014 · 25/12/2014 23:26

Thinking of you - not long to go now. xx

WellWhoKnew · 26/12/2014 11:32

Thanks all! I have a lovely distracting migraine for most of the day, so I spent a good chunk of time sleeping. I think it is just a small reminder that the headfuck that is my husband is very nearly not anymore!

17 days til the festivities for me, and with it my New Year, my new life and hopefully Santa Grumpy Gudge.

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Paperblank · 26/12/2014 11:47

17 days!!

The start of the new, amazing, chapter of your life.

Hope the migraine has shifted

xx

AcrossthePond55 · 27/12/2014 15:27
WellWhoKnew · 27/12/2014 21:28

Dear VSTBXH,

Today is a significant day. I mean, I realise yesterday was St. Stephen's Day, and the day before that was Jesus Christ's Day, but today is the day when I instigated the moment, I think, looking back, that possibly caused my marriage to end in divorce.

Today is the day when you utterly and totally lost control. You behaved so badly, so awfully, so miserably and so unjustly. Just one year ago today.

And I called you on it quietly later. Quietly, because, you know, hardly ever did anyone see your bad behaviour. You had that amazing 'self-control' to hide it from witnesses. But I witnessed it. I saw it. I heard it. I felt it. I remember it.

So today is the date one year ago that I said to you, quietly, when no-one was listening, watching, recording:

"If you ever behave that badly again, we'll end up divorced". I know that because I keep a diary. I recorded it then. I'm recording it now.

Today is Fulfilling Prophecy Day. Or is it to be called "The Day of Bitter Irony Day?" Y'know the day after the 'festivities', the 'non-day'; the back to work day if you're so inclined day. It's just another day, however you think about it, but for me it's D-Day. The Day when I called you on your bad behaviour and warned you of its consequences.

So here I am at the day of Ironicness. The Day that I am now doing the one thing I never ever imagined I would do and never wanted to do but yet still can't bloody wait for the divorce party 'do'

And yes, yet again, the fucking printer has packed up. Still, I've got the necessary replacements sorted out, and yes, this time I've checked the bloody delivery address. But still, the 'job' of getting divorce remains 'challenging'.

But here I am, today, facing my very uncertain future, somewhat scared, very supported and with a head full of migraine, again, a reminder of the 'headfuck' that is my last 15 years.

But, thank the God of Divorce, that all going well, Armeggedon begins in 16 days.

When I get to tell my story. My real story.

And you are forced to listen to it. You can't interrupt. I know that now, because, Grumpy Gudge gave you one shocking hard time for trying to do that when you were 'self-representing' against the lovely SHB. I told you for years to stop interrupting me.

You told me 'to hurry up and tell the story'.

Nope. I'll be telling the story in my words, at my leisure and according to the judge's directions, and my barrister's questions.

And no one is going to be shouting.

Just little old me calming answering the questions.

And I just kind of know, I'm going to be okay. Always have been, always will be. I just am.

But a damned sight better off than being with you.

Woman. Just okay. Having a D-Day.

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mineofuselessinformation · 27/12/2014 21:35

No, it's not 'The Day of Bitter Irony Day', it's the day of your first awakening that things weren't right - and therefore something to be celebrated. I remember mine too.
Keep counting those days, and get that playlist ready for the car!
KOKO. Not long now.

Loriens · 27/12/2014 22:08

WWK you will be okay, I know it too...
You had the strength to recognise a year ago that his behaviour was so poor that you needed to quietly warn him of the consequences; you have the strength now to fight this to the end and you will eventually get the best revenge of all--future happiness.

KOKO

AcrossthePond55 · 27/12/2014 22:33

www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gloriagaynor/iwillsurvive.html

Every woman's 'Fuck You Anthem'. Sing it loud and proud!

whyMe2014 · 28/12/2014 00:23

WWK I am in awe of your resolve in dealing with this twat. You do not need this blood sucking wretch one moment longer. Head high and sing out with the rest of us.

Hobbitwife001 · 28/12/2014 20:55

16 days until D-Day , deliverance day, when he will get his arse handed to him on a plate, and you will skip out of that courtroom, to enjoy a happy and peaceful future without that total wankbadger. KOKO, for the last of the hard yards, WWK, you will definitely survive, x

IDeserveMore · 30/12/2014 20:10

Hey lovely. Just checking in to see how you're doing.
Once more day, and its the year we restart our lives and our STBXHs fuck off to the far side of Fuck! (No idea where that is, but remind me never to go there! Don't want to rub his nose in it by turning up looking absolutely fine without him! He might, God forbid, have second thoughts! Especially if I'm wearing the "fuck me" boots he's just paid for! Oops! Haven't told him about those yet! )
2015.......bring it on!
Xxx

Jux · 30/12/2014 23:09

14 days! Just two little weeks!

KissMyFatArse · 30/12/2014 23:13

WWKEnvyWineThanks

WellWhoKnew · 30/12/2014 23:56

Yep. Two weeks. Printer restored to full working order. Head...hmmm - having a few problems with migraines. Dr. Friend on the case.

SHL on holiday.

STBXH having 'his' divorce.

Don't know if 'shs' has got her act together.

The email silence kind of makes me think she hasn't....

There but for the Grace of God, go I.

But two weeks. Fuck me, if I weren't broke I'd spend it having a holiday.

In the interim. I KOKO.

Thanks all. Mucho love and Chrimbo/New Year Shenanigans. I'm inventing my own religious festivities. Key date: 12 January.

14 days. 13, in five minutes.

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