Once upon a time, I had a cat named Fraank. He was a sweet little guy with a congenital heart defect, but that didn't stop him from being the most affectionate crazy cat around, the kind of cat who was like your shadow and would cry when you left the house. When my husband and I first met, he hated cats, he loved me then and accepted my cat, he fell in love with her and soon Fraank came along. When we split up he mourned losing my cat but threatened to take me to court over Fraank. Fraank cried alot when I left the last time, it was as though he knew I wouldn't be coming back.
Over the last few years since the split I have asked my ex husband repeatedly for news about Fraank and for photo's. I never recieved one photo and the answer was always the same, he's fine, just Fraank being Fraank. Last time I was in Australia, in march I asked again for a photo and he said he would have to catch him and take one, I never got the picture, I doubt he ever took it.
Recently my ex husband has been hassling me about our divorce papers, calling me all sorts of names and assuming that i'm lying about the whole thing, I have sent the papers and am waiting for a response from the courts just like he is, I even had to get my father to call him and verify that i'd sent them. I only ever told him one lie, after we'd broken up, which was a semi truth; I told him I was seeing someone, said someone freaked out so I told ex I was lying and wasn't seeing anyone.
After one such recent e-mail of accusations I asked if he had an excuse for not sending my a photo of my beloved Fraank, he said yes, that Fraank had passed away a while ago and he 'didn't want to tell me'. How long ago? That question was avoided.
So he finds it perfectly reasonable to call me a fucking lying jerk with no justification but can't bear to let me know that my kitty has passed away.
Adding insult to injury it's our wedding anniversary tomorrow, a day where I try to remember the good times and try not to think about the lying and cheating on his behalf, and he treats me like I was the one who fucked up. I don't get it.
R.I.P. My darling Fraankie, you are sorely missed.
Sorry about the rant but I'm sad today.
XXXS



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I am sorry, thats really sad.





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