Fred, I feel like I have failed you by not talking you out of being there while she moved. There is no way this could have NOT have been a disaster.

t/j What does that mean exactly? Can you translate for a Texan?

LOL... I dunno know, that's just what they told me.

Seriously, for me it meant that even though I knew it was the right thing to do (mind), my heart wasn't really in it.

When my heart allowed the true understanding of Plan B in, then I was able to go TRULY dark and let G-d lead me.

How's that for a LAME Texan?

ok, you confused this Texan to death, but I am easily confused! My favorite saying is "bring the body, the mind will follow!"

This touchy feely girl, Just acted as if...

But when they were together... It was just easier for lack of a better word.

And I can easily confuse. The english language is NOT my strength.

Melody, how could I have NOT been here? Combined we have a lot of stuff. And seeing as how she's scrounging every last tidbit ("trust me"), how can I allow her unfettered access?

I've been riding the fence for too long, Melody. She really is a Leopard. I now give her to scumbag. They're a match made in, well, not heaven, but somewhere where they deserve each other. Two more suitable people I can't imagine.

No, Melody, it is I who have failed MB. I tried. Even starting with a loaded deck, I tried.

Just FWIW, I have been reading HNHN. I have the same reaction reading it (and SAA) as I have when I read the Big Book. There is absolute and simple truth in those pages. THIS STUFF WORKS!

Let us just say my recover starts now. Or, more precisely, when the D is final and I never have to deal with her again.

Even shorter: "Mood follows action."

Put it into six words or less and even I can understand it.

What I thought she had for a heart turned out to be a cash register.

Three hours left to go before moving day is over. I just checked: three lamps have been loaded into the Jeep. That's it.

I'm not sure what her game is. I'm not letting her stay past the 6:00 p.m. mark.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{FRED}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

They are upstairs packing. I walked from my office to the kitchen and overheard The Leopard on the phone. It sounded like she was talking with one of her sponsees. The only thing I heard her say was, "I'm (doing) great. You know I practice what I preach."

I hope you did not burst out laughing?? [too loud anyway]

Hey Fred,
Just jumping into thread to lend my support. I don't think I would have had the courage to put up with what you are today.

Hugs to you!



I really like what your wrote.

Gg

Fred,

I am pretty much a rookie here, and I may be corrected on this, but here is what I might do if I were in your shoes.

I would rent a truck, and maybe get some good friends to help. Everything that remains in YOUR house after 6:pm tonight that belongs to her, or she might want (even if it is the shirt off your back). Load it up, and take it to her storage unit. Have your IM meet you there with the key, and unload it.

I know that you have an aversion to doing anything to "help" her, and I certainly understand that you wouldn't want to spend the money on a rental truck, but if it were me, it would all be worth the money, and the labor to rid yourself of the queen leopard.

I would even take a day off from work if possible to get this done. You can rest later, and it's only money. Your sanity, and peace of mind are the top priorities right now.

IMHO.

I was at the bottom of the stairs. I did say something about, "She sure does: lies, cheats, deceives..."

Hi TTF,

There are only several problems with your suggestion:

#1 - I don't know where her storage unit is. And I'm not going to ask.

#2 - My IM is not local to me, but is an online-only IM.

Other than that, your suggestions have merit. I think she's actually playing a game of sorts, in that she knows she can't get everything out in time. It's now 3:45 and she's taken the first load away. By the time she unloads it and returns, it should be near 4:30 (I do know where her new apartment is, although she doesn't know that). She will have time to hoist one more load before time expires. And there is a LOT of stuff still here.

I've just finished bringing in the table and chairs from the screen porch (the dining room furniture was hers, so it has a "fit" in the house, anyway). After I inform her that she needs to coordinate her next trip with the IM, I am going to start moving her stuff out there. I won't have to see or deal with her the next time. And if it rains or snows, oh well...

Fred,

Yea, my whole point was to prevent you from having to deal with her any further. She seems to be getting some evil joy out of the thought that this might be tormenting you in some way.

If moving everything into the garage works, then so be it.

Good luck, and hang tough. Brighter days are ahead.

I'm sorry MB, but some Ms just can't be saved. There is just no hope for some waywards, and I think that Fred deserves waaaaay better than to have to spend the rest of his life trying to deal with what the leopard may, or may not do.

If he ever decides to take the plunge again, he will do so with a much better perspective, and understanding of how it all works, thanks in large part for what he has learned here on MB.

She and her DD just returned. She started asking if it would be okay to put things in the garage and pick them up even if it was after 6:00. I said no. She said she'd have to come back next weekend. I said no. She said she was "authorized." I said she was "authorized for Jan. 9 & 10." I said I had notified my attorney that only WW's attorney was authorized to speak on her behalf, that I had instructed my attorney to refuse any of her calls. She replied that she did not have an attorney. I said you told me you spoke with one, therefore I took it to mean she had one.

I told her she must contact my IM for any communication. She said she was not going to do so. Fine, I said. Then you won't get your stuff and after six months I'll throw it away.

She is furious. She grumbled to her daughter that she was no longer to talk with my attorney. Gotcha!

Good-bye, Leopard. I won't have to see your face again.