“You’re always at work!” a hateful soon-to-be X said to me. He attempted to imprison me in one of rooms in my 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 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 ugly comments. The abuser used sever 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. 4.5 years later, the knot is not officially untied. Starting over has been the biggest challenge in my life to point. Yet, I always remember how precious it is to be free from attack. Freedom is a crucial element for living.