My ex.  Where to start.  Sheesh.

His home, my old home of 30 years, that he fought so diligently to keep me from ever feeling ownership of, or having any legal right to, was foreclosed on.  The process took about 2 years, he fought it with all he could and I’m sure with a lot of imaginary stories that the court, and the bank, had to investigate to find the truth.  At any rate, it was finally sold last spring.  He told the new owners he’d be out in 60 days.  He is still there.

One of my best friends works with the new owner’s son-in-law.  They apparently had a court date, to get a court order to remove him from the house on Monday.  I told my riends I doubted he would show (having experienced way too many court dates with my ex..).

While I was at the dr on Monday having my bandage on my hand removed, my ex called my son. I assumed since son got that call that ex was not in court.  But, as it turned out he was there, and calling my son from there.   My son does not take his calls, lets them all go to voice mail.  In this voice mail, he asked my son why doesn’t he try out for the professional soccer team that’s coming to Hartford.

My son was looking at me, like, “WHAT is the matter with him Mom?”  I think he said that too.  I mean, my son played soccer for a year when he quit hockey, for fun.  When he was 17-18.  He is now 23.  Has not played in 5 years, and was never anything but a recreational soccer player.

Apparently my ex has not been able to give up the dream that our son would be a professional athlete.  Geezus.  Talk about delusional.

But what bothered me even more is that this was what he was thinking about at court, where he was about to get booted out of his home.  I am pretty sure he has made no effort to find a place to live, that he’s done nothing to clean out the place, even though the buyers got a dumpster for him and offered to help him.  He still has cars there, and all his stuff.  And now he has 2 weeks, 14 days, to move out or the sherriff will come and remove him.

They buyers have said that once he goes my son and I can go and take anything that’s left in the house, but we have also heard that the town will come and clean the house out.  Which seems ludicrous to me, that the town would spend money cleaning out the house, I hope that is not true.  But I’ve emailed my attorney to find out the truth.  I might call the police department too, and ask them.

Not that the point of this is what can I get from there.  I want my father’s shotgun, it’s an antique, and it’s one of the few things I had from him.  I had given it to my son, but it was left there when my son walked away from his father.  My son wants his hockey stuff, jerseys, trophies, pictures, memorabilia, etc.  There are things there of value, remnants of the time years ago we were making good money.  I would hate to see them lost.

I can’t call my ex.  I feel sure he wouldn’t even take my call, and that even if he did, he would never tell me the truth, but make up some delusional story that he is actually probably believing.

It is so sad.  The whole thing is so sad.  I am so glad that I got away, and my son and I are not part of this, that I was able to salvage what I could.

In the divorce, my ex got the house, the business, (which is in receivership, a solution to the foreclosure it was in), our boat, and as much money as I was given, if not more.  And this is where he’s at, 4 years after the Supreme Court upheld the judge’s decision to not enforce the post nuptial agreement my ex forced on me in a grandiose effort at power and control all during our marriage.  He had everything, and now is losing everything.

Most importantly, his mind, he has lost his mind.  He went from an aggressive, smart man with every advantage to a total mess.  I told him years ago, when he appealed the decision, that he would end up homeless if he stayed on this path.  When I was married to him, I warned him he would die, old and sick and all alone because  he pushed away everyone that loved him.

I’m a little sad for him this morning, I think I will do the Ho’oponopono for him today.  It can’t hurt.  It will  help me to feel like I’m doing what I can energetically.  I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you.  Over and over.

It’s up to the universe now.  He’s getting what he thought about, though he wanted it to happen to me, not him.

Just sad…..