So I am now getting divorced from Yolanda (Wackychipmunk).
I was sober during our time together, except for the last two years where I ended up tippling with drink because she was making things increasingly difficult for us in our relations, setting impossible targets and scenarios for me to keep up with her frankly high maintenance needs. I just could not make the right balance between working, maing enough money to enjoy ourselves, build a future, and finding time together, while building a strong relationship with her kids, who were all fast becoming teeneagers or in their early 20's. Seven of them, and all cheesed off that they didn't have her to herself a lot o the time. This made balancing anything almost impossible since I ended up starting married life jobless for three years and then having to start my own small self employment business, which took a lot of thought, time and effort to sustain.
Suffice to say my efforts bore no fruit in the relationship with Yolanda or her kids, I was always stressed, she was unable to let me have time out after outbursts, disagreements, arguments or confrontations or misunderstandings, which really made things worse for me, and her in turn. So many things. She is beautiful, charming, kind and thoughtful, but I have to say, selfish and stubborn in her idealisms and expectations, and what she would view as how things should go or be in a relationship, even often being ageist towards me, an using her past marriage as a weapon in order to be righteously to be outspoken.
She kicked me out in late 2017 for some ugly uneducated, filthy slimy bozo from the jungle of Bewbush, who is a violent thug, and has also been physically abusive towards her since I moved away, and he has attacked her physically more than once, held her hostage many times, and manipulated her to such an extent that she still feels sorry for him and wants to "help" him to learn right and wrong and to control his behaviour.
Great huh?
I felt very much like sorting him out but was advised against it, and very much wanted to file with adultery as the reason, but thought better of it to save myself from personal life repercussions.
I spent 7 years being teetotal, became a Mormon for a short while but realised that by the time the religion had it's second leader the whole thing essentially became a corrupt business model. Thanks Brigham young, you historical cunt.
Besides I realised I was just being used in the end by the unsurprisingly richer people that ran the chapel who happened to be wealthy business men or people of privilege etc. I found this was a bit of a pyramid scheme too, where we would all have to pay a 10% income Tax, that they would call "Tithing" in order to lo keep the whole thing running.
Not only that, but like with Jehovah's Witnesses, they had these pesky incessant door knockers who were essentially under-experienced kids aged from 18 to 21, they were usually foreign exchange church members sent out to preach the streets, and enforce church rules at current member's doorsteps, or to give blessings. They were essentially nosey pests, messengers from the Bishops and other authority figures that ran the groups and also worked as information gathering spies, and liars! Unfortunately their knowledge of the church and scriptures was often not accurate or even adequately competent.
Weirdly enough they were called "Elders", and always made us feel uncomfortable before we got married, encouraging us to marry only two weeks after we met, as they suspected Yolanda, as a member since 18, may have or have had sexual relations with me, and therefore break the rules. I thought this was outrageous for these kids to be made to say this, especially since she was a divorcee from an abusive man.
The stupid thing is, they said it was all arranged when we did decide to marry (with the promise of a well new job that never came to light), they said they had the chapel as the venue and that they told the bishop, who said yes to it. Stupid because they lied. two weeks before the big day, we called the bishop, who had no knowledge of any of what the Elders told us. Yolanda was distraught to say the least, and so we visited him at the chapel where he was actually quite an insensitive jerk about the whole thing. A Bishop with no empathy. Wonderful.
He even refused to pray with us for reassurance through our faith in God's guidance and blessings for our forthcoming day of marriage if we asked for it. He even flat out refused our request for a blessing day, or even for her to wear her wedding dress there on the day.
Fortunately we had already booked the marriage for a registry office day, which turned out was actually was an amazing day full of us going on to do fun activities around Crawley and Brighton before settling in the Hilton for the evening.
Anyway that's all I have to say about that for now.
Life sucks at the moment, despite having (to rent) a workspace for a year now to run my self employment from. I am still paying back debts from when I was married along with the running costs of my self employment operations, and I live with my parents and a very invasive mother who has no concept of privacy.
So Yeah, Screwed by the Mormons, my Wife, and Trying to make a living.
Times could be better. Much better...
So I am not out of the shit yet
In other news though I now had a second nephew arrive in the world this week, so that's something/someone positive to spend my time on when I get time off.
