The Psycho Ex Wife

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LM and I met through mutual friends, even though we lived several states away from each other. After PEW left him, he bought tickets to a concert about 8 months in the future, thinking he might be dating someone by then. Dealing with PEW was too much to have time to date and so he was about to forfeit the concert and stay home when he decided to ask some friends. I accepted and drove up to meet him for the first time. He warned me “If you see a blue minivan in the driveway, park around the block and call me.” Kind of ominous, but not really disconcerting at the time.

The date was Aug 22nd 2004, and it went very well. We had our second date several weeks later. During this time we talked on the phone a lot but didn’t really get into anything about his divorce and what I could expect. Of course, I don’t think he even knew what to expect at that time. We did shortly thereafter.

At that time they were embroiled into a court battle over where the kids would go to school. PEW wanted them to go to Catholic school, even though just months before SHE had enrolled them in public school, in an effort to make LM have to sell the house. If she couldn’t have the house, he certainly wasn’t going to keep it. On Sept 1st they had the hearing, and she lost. LM called me to tell me the news and then he went to work, happy. Just a couple of hours later, I received a frantic call. LM: I just got a call from my ex-wife…. from INSIDE my house. I’m going over there to see what is going on.

Oh crap. PEW had broken into the house WITH THE KIDS PRESENT and decided if she “couldn’t win in court I’m moving back in and making your life miserable.” LM sent me the following e-mail that night to give me an update:

LM: I’ll let you know later if I can… if not, perhaps sometime tomorrow.

She is taking the kids to bed and if she doesn’t fall asleep in there, a confrontation will ensue. Trust me… I know how to keep a level head. AND… at the risk of going all drama queen on you, I dunno if I told you this bit of information, but you may know I am a gun owner. She stole my guns many months ago and we’ve been unable to resolve the issue of their return so that I can put them in my new safe. IF… by some strange chance, things go all fucked up and something awful happens… I want you to know that you gave me the most amazing night of my life that I’ve had for as long as I can remember (not counting the birth of my children).

I don’t mean to alarm you or make you worry… but you know… sometimes things like this just don’t turn out as you expect them to… and Lord knows… most people in situations that go real bad never get a chance to say things like that. So there… I said it. You can roll your eyes… or cover your heart… or SMILE… I just wanted to get that out there so you know that you made a day really special for someone and it meant a lot. My mother is mortified and my father is “worried.” I don’t know how to feel.

I didn’t know how to feel either. Over the next three days she would make physical and verbal threats, including suicide. The cops were called at least twice that I remember, and it eventually ended in a restraining order against PEW. She moved out, after having lied that she had already broken her lease, and of course telling the kids they were getting back together and then breaking their hearts again. She fired her attorney on the premise that the attorney advised her to break in, lmfao. It’s amazing the levels she will go to in order to not have to take responsibility for her actions. Even more amazing, is that if LM had done this, he would be in jail and would certainly not have custody of his children. This was our first introduction to how far mothers could go and still be considered the better parent.