I'm here. That's the good news. That and my boys are OK. I was just told that I have this PTSD thing. Also have the IBS thing because of the PTSD thing. I thought this was reserved for people with real trauma like war or sexual abuse or something.
So, a year ago last September, I found out that my life with my husband wasn't what I thought it was. He had assumed my identity, unilaterally, without my knowledge or consent systematically (over the course of a year) emptied out my individual 401Ks, our children's custodial accounts, my rainy day personal savings, ran up any credit cards I had, and created new debt in my name. He was in charge of the bills, but since my credit was so good, all bills were in my name only. He stopped paying the mortgage, the car, everything....well, everything except for the damn TV, the Internet and life insurance.
Oh, did I mention life insurance? Yeah, there was a 1 million dollar policy on me. About 2 months before the identity theft and retirement theft started, I got ill. Really ill. Vomiting, diarrhea - nonstop until all ran clear and then pink. My temp dropped to 93 and 95 degrees. I was ashen colored. I couldn't bend my fingers. I begged my husband to call 911. He refused. I collapsed in my own vomit. He watched and ultimately compromised to call a doctor. I have since found out from my doctor that no call was ever placed to them on my behalf. Oh, and did I mention that I got sick a day when the weather was forecasted to be a snow blizzard?
When he got caught, my seemingly shy and introverted husband became a nut. He pushed me a few times, and things were awful..finally resulting in me and the children hiding out in a 1 bed hotel room for 10 days while he had full run of our 2500 SF house. He texted/phoned/emailed/IMed nonstop. The last time I talked to him he told me he had a rope wrapped around his neck and it was attached to the stair banister with him standing on the piano below. If I hung up, he would jump. Lots of choking noises and screams and I was left to wonder for the remainder of the day if he was alove or dead. I couldn't reach him. He was then served with a restraining order and was delusional enough to contact my parents with a ride to the airport so that he could leave the state. Somehow, he got himself to the airport. He showed up at court at the extension hearing of the hearing until he overheard possible larceny charges pending for him. With his newly shaved head and look, he left the court with no one noticing. The baillif hunted for him...the local police...the state police...the airport police...but no luck. He never participated in the divorce process. I have changed my children's middle and last names and in the process of getting new SS#s for them so that he doesn't steal their identity. We have moved to an apartment because we lost our home. My credit is ruined. He left me with $300. I had to go to food pantries for the first few months to feed my children while I dug through this mess.
I don't know why I'm here or why I'm posting this. I hope my little story doesn't offend those who have come home from war with that trauma. But this is a lot sometimes for me. I need an outlet.
I hope this community is kind. I need kindness.
So, a year ago last September, I found out that my life with my husband wasn't what I thought it was. He had assumed my identity, unilaterally, without my knowledge or consent systematically (over the course of a year) emptied out my individual 401Ks, our children's custodial accounts, my rainy day personal savings, ran up any credit cards I had, and created new debt in my name. He was in charge of the bills, but since my credit was so good, all bills were in my name only. He stopped paying the mortgage, the car, everything....well, everything except for the damn TV, the Internet and life insurance.
Oh, did I mention life insurance? Yeah, there was a 1 million dollar policy on me. About 2 months before the identity theft and retirement theft started, I got ill. Really ill. Vomiting, diarrhea - nonstop until all ran clear and then pink. My temp dropped to 93 and 95 degrees. I was ashen colored. I couldn't bend my fingers. I begged my husband to call 911. He refused. I collapsed in my own vomit. He watched and ultimately compromised to call a doctor. I have since found out from my doctor that no call was ever placed to them on my behalf. Oh, and did I mention that I got sick a day when the weather was forecasted to be a snow blizzard?
When he got caught, my seemingly shy and introverted husband became a nut. He pushed me a few times, and things were awful..finally resulting in me and the children hiding out in a 1 bed hotel room for 10 days while he had full run of our 2500 SF house. He texted/phoned/emailed/IMed nonstop. The last time I talked to him he told me he had a rope wrapped around his neck and it was attached to the stair banister with him standing on the piano below. If I hung up, he would jump. Lots of choking noises and screams and I was left to wonder for the remainder of the day if he was alove or dead. I couldn't reach him. He was then served with a restraining order and was delusional enough to contact my parents with a ride to the airport so that he could leave the state. Somehow, he got himself to the airport. He showed up at court at the extension hearing of the hearing until he overheard possible larceny charges pending for him. With his newly shaved head and look, he left the court with no one noticing. The baillif hunted for him...the local police...the state police...the airport police...but no luck. He never participated in the divorce process. I have changed my children's middle and last names and in the process of getting new SS#s for them so that he doesn't steal their identity. We have moved to an apartment because we lost our home. My credit is ruined. He left me with $300. I had to go to food pantries for the first few months to feed my children while I dug through this mess.
I don't know why I'm here or why I'm posting this. I hope my little story doesn't offend those who have come home from war with that trauma. But this is a lot sometimes for me. I need an outlet.
I hope this community is kind. I need kindness.
