“You’re always at work!” a hateful soon-to-be X said to me. He attempted to imprison me in one of rooms in the home — the one that was set up as the new income producing “guest room.” It was OK if he was on call 24/7. I worked 7/24, but my work never received respect. If he built something – it was an engineering feat. When I painted walls and wood, it made everything come to life. What did I hear? “You just painted it . . .”
So cunning (con-ing) it was for me to pay rent in my own home – to work there. Slowly, steadily my income was drained as I deposited my salary in the “joint account.” I inquired about work outside the businesses to get additional income so I could have money. Nope. “Just work your business more.” So I did. I worked and worked — and built and nurtured more amazing businesses.
It was just a few months earlier he said, “Get a job!” Then came “You can’t afford this place” followed by “You don’t want to share the profits.” — and those were the less strange and ugly comments. The abuser used severe bullying and fear tactics to destroy everything I built for over 20 years.
The next-door un-neighborly lawyer joined in the stalking and harassment every Sunday afternoon that fateful summer of 2011. 5 years later, the knot is FINALLY, officially untied.
Starting over has been the biggest challenge in my life to this point. Yet, I always remember how precious it is to be free from attack. Freedom is a crucial element for living.
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