#caughtyou

The following series of posts were screenshots of old LiveJournal posts of my ex-husbands that were sent to me by my request by a mutual friend. They were never meant to be seen by me. They were sitting in my email, forgotten, for 17 years. I have unearthed them, and commented as you will see bel

Friday September 11, 2009 – 4:14pm - RMH

I probably shouldn't mention this, as I'm not really interested in causing drama. BUT, I feel it necessary to say... I can't believe that spiteful turd took ALL the Vancouver postcards. I guess she felt that, perhaps, it's her city and I've no right to appreciate it?

**Did I take all the Vancouver postcards? I might have. I actually don’t remember. I’d like to thank RMH for getting me into collecting postcards, not just Vancouver Postcards, but all types of postcards. I have gone on to collect Davenport Hotel postcards, Our Lady of Lourdes postcards, asylum postcards, some Seattle postcards, Spokane postcards and postcards of just random things.

You know, I’ll delve into the city of Spokane later, but he gave me such an appreciation for the Davenport. It is definitely still on my list of hotels to visit. I have some beautiful antique postcards from there that I love to look at. 

On another note, it is my city and he had a right to appreciate it. I found it truly ironic that he took a girlfriend there later on and they stayed at the exact hotel we would stay at on Granville street. Apparently he couldn’t appreciate it so much as to do his own research. That’s okay though, cause you know the ex-wife has the best taste. I wonder if that red-haired gal ever knew that?

Curious, because if she loves Vancouver so much, why did she play me for her "green card" so that she wouldn't have to ever go back there?

If you’ve ever watched one episode of 90-day fiancé, you know they always reach for this “insult” when the going gets rough. “S/he used me for a green card man!” Like no other country on earth could possibly be better than the United Fucking States of America. We were in the Obama years in 2009, so things weren’t bad, but you have to remember that Dubya served two terms before that and that’s the president I came in on. Trump wasn’t even a thought to anyone’s minds yet. Coming home to Canada was always an option. Once you cross the border they don’t put a ball and chain around your ankle and you’re not free to leave. At this point in time, I really thought I was just going to turn around and go home. Staying for the 18 years that I did didn’t even seem like a viable option. I will get more into this later. I resent our marriage being called a “play” for a green card, especially since he knew what I went through regarding his mother. If it was a play I would have lived in some sort of comfort, instead of some sort of hades. Of course, after she left she told me I should move back to Spokane, so apparently the silly bitch thinks she owns Seattle, too.

Naw, I remember saying this. I just said this purely to piss you off cause I was pissed off. I can even remember the tone of my voice. (I’d like to note that I’m smiling right now) Anyway, back to the postcards... Now sure, some of them *were* hers and she had every right to take those. However, some of them *I* purchased. The remainder were a birthday present from her - which, I might add, marked the *only* occasion in the nearly 5 years I was with her that she actually gave me anything for my birthday. So that's double fun! Only one present in 5 years, and she later stole it back.

This shit makes me laugh. So, for those of you that don’t know, it costs money to get a work authorization when you get a K-1 visa. We didn’t have the money when we first moved or for the first couple of years so I wasn’t working. When you aren’t working, you don’t have money. I was the only one that moved to Seattle with any substantial amount of money, and you want to know how much that was? $1500. His mom was blowing her money on DVDs at the mall and while I acknowledge they both supported my ass for those first couple of years until my status was adjusted and I could get a job, it was like I had to pay all that back by being house bitch and doing the majority of the cooking and cleaning for my entire 4 years living in that apartment. Call a “fend for yourself night?” His fucking mother would throw a fit! The last year of or marriage and the inevitable breaking of everything he was unemployed and continually spent money out of our joint account to make a stormtrooper armour. I’d also like to note that when I left, I even left him half of MY money that was in our joint bank account. 

Did he get Christmas presents? Yes. Did I give him mom Christmas presents? Yes. I think the reason that I wasn’t so big on the birthday presents was because when we were both getting paycheques and his mom was bringing home a paycheque as well, him and me alone were going into overdraft every week despite getting paid every week. We also went almost an entire year without paying the electric bill and being surprised when they finally decided that we either needed to pay up or get cut off. I remember waiting until 11:30pm to start walking to the supermarket because by the time we got to the store his mom’s cheque would be deposited and we could spend it and buy groceries. At the time it didn’t strike me as odd, but now, as an adult, it blows my mind. I’m not sure why he was so jacked at not supposedly getting any birthday gifts from his wife that wasn’t working for half the marriage, spending her money for a year of it and spending his own money on whatever he wanted the entire time. (especially when the house looked like a toy store blew up!)

Funny side story. One year at Christmas time, his mom said, “This year I’m going to buy extra gifts for myself, wrap them, and put them under the tree.” That was a classic B-ism if I ever heard one.

And as I think about it even more, before we were married, he stayed with me for 3 months. He got his unemployment cheques mailed to him but I mean, who paid for everything else? Anyway, I've started replacing them... so I was thinking about the ones that I now have to go hunt down and it made me a little torqued.

“Hunt down” as in go on Ebay and find them. This was still in the golden age of Ebay when it was so easy to find anything. I find Vancouver postcards to this day for my collection of over 500+ I go buy them because in the back of my head I think that maybe out there is RMH trying to buy the same one and I can’t have that. Vancouver is my city, and you have no right to appreciate it. Ok. That's all. I've vented, and I feel better now. :)