I know that I very briefly discussed the details of my marriage and my divorce but there are certain parts that need to be filled in to make some of my future references make sense. Hence, the Throwback Thursday Post, or TBT as it is more commonly referred to on social media.
When my husband and I separated, it was his idea. He thought that if we separated, it would give us a chance to have a little time apart, clear our heads and work on our marriage. Less than a month later I found out that he had a girlfriend. I completely lost my mind. I was DEVASTATED!! Fast forward about 6 months. He moved back in and we were in counseling and working on our marriage. Within a few weeks, he was back to his normal sketchy ways of not coming home at night, "working late" and not answering my phone calls. I knew something was not right.
One night I decided to do a little "research" on my own. I went to the two bars that I knew he frequented. I found his truck at the first. He was standing outside of his truck talking to a girl. I observed for a while and then decided to make my move. I pulled my car up and confronted him. It did not end well at all. This was the girl he had been cheating on me with all of this time. Needless to say, this was the end of our marriage. We filed for divorce within a couple of weeks.
However, even though we had filed, the divorce was not final for several months and he refused to return the truck (which was in my name and which I paid over $700 a month for) to me. I begged him, threatened him, bribed him and still could not get him to budge. I remember being in such a dark place that I hoped that he would wreck the truck and die in the accident so that I could get the truck insurance and life insurance money as well. Yes, I said it. That's the place I was in. Looking back now I can't believe that I could hate someone so much but he was putting me through such literal hell that I absolutely hated him. So that's where I was, hating the man who I had promised to love forever. My how things can change!!
My dad was such a saving grace for me during this entire time. He was not going to let me live like this and he wanted that truck back just as badly as I did. He helped me come up with a plan to try to get it back. We went to the car dealership and convinced them to make an extra key for me, but the issue was that I could not find the vehicle. An extra key did me no good if I could not locate the truck. One night my dad and I drove around until midnight searching for that truck to no avail. I felt so defeated. I honestly thought I would never get it back.
Enter Don…one night I had been at my parent's house for dinner. On my way home I decided to swing by one of the bars that my ex-husband frequented. SCORE!!! He was there!! I could NOT believe it! Don and I had begun dating at this point and he was willing to help me in the truck retrieval process. I remember it like it was yesterday. We pulled up to the bar and parked across the street. I ran over and unlocked the truck with the valet key that the dealership had made for me. As soon as I unlocked it the lights started flashing and the horn started honking! I was scared to death because I could literally see my ex-husband in the bar playing pool. I was able to get everything shut off and be inside the truck. I found the extra set of keys and started it to reset all of the alarms. As soon as I did all of this my ex-husband walked outside! I was laying in the backseat of his truck while he was standing outside of the truck smoking a cigarette and talking to someone! What was I going to do if he got in the truck?!? I was terrified!
Fortunately he went back inside. Don immediately came over and pulled all of the spark plugs off of the truck. He said this would make the truck not drivable and then we could get it towed when my ex-husband left it there overnight…or at least that was the plan. So we left and went home to wait it out. Within 2 hours my phone was ringing and my ex-husband was on the other end SCREAMING at me telling me that he knew I had messed up HIS truck and he was on his way to my house to talk. I told him I had done nothing and that it was my truck and to leave me alone and not come over. He was at my house in 10 minutes banging on the door! I was scared to death. He was yelling and cursing at me and there was no way I was going to let him come inside.
I called the cops, simply to have them ask him to leave. Once the police got to my house, they ended up arresting him for public intoxication. This was absolutely NOT what I wanted to happen to him…even though that may be hard to believe considering how much I said I hated him. The only good thing that came from it was when they arrested him the truck stayed on my street so I was able to have it towed away to a secure location and he was unable to get it back. The truck was finally mine!!
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