So I know this is not Boat related but in the spirit of handing out awards (sorry Rod) I thought I would air my dirty laundry and issue the "Worst Ex" Award or at least my nomination
So at the ripe old age of 21 I was married with a 3 year old daughter. Living in a sh*t hole of town called Santa Maria, California(not my choice, I am from So Cal) Finally had enough of my Ex's crap and said that I had finally had enough.
So I very nicely helped her move out, yes I helped. That very night, she broke into to the house thru a window. So when I came home and found her there, next came some yelling and screaming and somehow I got her in the garage and deadbolted the door behind her(he he) So just after, she puts her shoulder into the door with me on the other side of it, so she comes through the door at me and I put up my hands and push her away from me(sware to god, I dont beat up women) So she falls against a door frame and hurts her arm(a bruise). So she leaves and a few minutes later I do to. About an hour later: I am pulled over, taken out of the car at gun point and arrested for spousal abuse. Got to spend a nice weekend in a county jail. Monday morning I go to court and the DA wont press any charges, so i am out, and gone. Went down to the OC for a while. Come home and moved all my sh$t to the OC.
So as the next year goes by I only get to see my daughter when I show up with the court order and the cops, and it sucks that her mom is such a piece of crap that I have to show up with cops in front of my daughter. So one day my ex is gone, yup gone.
Over the next four years I find that she has lived in Hawaii and Florida, lots of different address. On my Birthday 3 years ago I am looking online, as I always am for addresses and phone numbers and I find one that I havent seen before. So I call it and it rings a few times and someone answers. It is the unmistakable sound of my ex's voice. So with as calm as I can I talk to her for a few minutes and ask to talk to my daughter. I talk to her on the phone for a while until she tells me that she has to go.
A few days later I get a letter in the mail that says that the phone is in her new husbands name and that he doesnt want me calling "HIS" phone. What a piece of crap. about 2 weeks later the phone number is disconnected, go figure.
So about a month ago I search for my daughters name on myspace and a page comes up, so I send her a message. While waiting for a response I search for my ex on myspace, and lookie who has a new myspace page. So I sent her a message. And a few days later I get the response of someone who is still bitter after after all these years.
So in the last 3 weeks or so I have been talking to my daughter thru myspace almost everynight and I am heading out there on Tuesday or Wednesday for a few days to finally see my daughter after 8 years.
Isnt karma a mother fuc&er:
Her new husband ran off with a 23 year old stripper and she is back living in Santa Maria, Ca.