My Ex-Husband, aka the Rich Fool, Believes He Built Our Entire Wealth

He delusionally thinks he was taking care of this badass damsel

I’m gonna have to ask The Lord for some patience on this one. I’m gonna have to remind myself these are the fantasies of a damaged individual. I’m gonna remind myself who these fabrications are coming from.

My ex-husband, aka the rich fool, believes he built our entire wealth.

“I want the court to consider I’m the only one who contributed.”

My ex-husband’s words burn my eyes.

I can barely read the other comments he has written in his divorce responses. They sound like a prehistoric caveman entertaining a 1950’s centric stereotypical husband.

They match his equally arrogant remarks.

“It’s my money.”

“It’s my house.”

“It’s my business.”

“I am the only one who financially contributed.”

And then there are his threats.

“Who would leave The Golden Goose?”

“If you leave me, I will make sure there’s no money and you work for the rest of your life.”

And then there are his punishments.

“I forged your name on the student loan because you didn’t carry your weight as a stay-at-home mother.”

And then there are his financial abuse justifications.

“You bit the hand that fed you.”

“You started the war and you’re never going to win.”

“You left me. This is what you wanted.”

If I didn’t know these phrases were coming from my husband, I would think they were from a corrupt caricature of the 1950s head of the household. The supposed sole provider. The big man of the marital campus.

My husband was nothing of the sort.

He used to call our relationship traditional, yet it was anything but that.

In a traditional relationship, the man goes to work, pays the bills, does home repairs, takes care of the cars, and mows the lawn. My husband went to work.

I paid the bills for our home, office, and investment properties. I handled the home repairs. I took care of the cars. I negotiated mortgages, insurance policies, and car purchases.

My husband only took over the responsibilities once I said I was thinking of leaving him. I foolishly didn’t realize he was trying to gain control of the money.

My husband wasn’t a traditional husband.

He was a boy who left for work every day.

I was the parent handling absolutely everything else.

I was immersing myself in real estate, getting us into investment properties, paying down mortgages, increasing our savings, and more.

Did I mention, he works on the school calendar and was off three months a year?

The man who in divorce, claimed he took care of me all those years…had me to take care of him personally and professionally. He didn’t ‘like’ the stress of paying the bills, and he was always too busy to handle mortgages or car purchases.

He was a self-proclaimed and narrated ‘busy man.’

In our twenties, my husband asked me to quit my job to build a business.

A business I became President and 50 percent owner of. A business that doubled and tripled in size and income because my husband had a full-time partner to do the business and operations while he went out and sold.

My husband seems to forget that.

He has divorce amnesia.

He says I worked ‘for him’ (that reference really burns me up) because I didn’t work for him. I was his business and life partner. Anyway, he says I worked only a few years and he is responsible for the sales.

If you were sitting with me right now, you would hear my screams.

My declarations of absolute outrage.

The degree of ungrateful arrogance it takes to ask someone to abandon their own professional path to do something for him, accept that generous favor, and then deny it…is outrageous.

My husband pretending he could have scaled this business by himself is laughable. It wasn’t possible. It’s why he asked me to build it with him. He couldn’t afford to hire anyone.

It was a conundrum.

He didn’t have the money for a salary. He couldn’t get the money to pay someone without growing the business. He couldn’t grow the business without another individual helping him.

Hence, I agreed to live on one income and help him.

But in my archaic husband’s mind, I was a means to an end. He’s got a convenient memory now that he’s gotten what he wanted. Worse, he’s implied he spent years taking care of me.

Me, the modern-day damsel in distress.

Who knew??!!

My husband’s fragile ego couldn’t admit he wasn’t a self-made man. His compulsion for money wouldn’t allow him to share equitably and equally all that we owned.

He needed to live in a fantasy world.

The place where insecure and immature boys reside.

The kind who isn’t capable of rescuing a badass damsel.

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