December rolls around and the loser tells me he doesn't have money for rent. Neat. Figure it out because I can't cover your share of the rent. A couple weeks later, he tells me he won't be paying rent because he found a job in the Caribbean and needs that money to move there, but he promises he'll send me some money once he starts getting a paycheck. He told me that he talked to the landlords and told them what was going on and that they were fine with him paying late. I think he told me on a Wednesday that he was leaving the following Monday. He waited till the kids were going to bed on Sunday night to tell them anything, so they cried themselves to sleep. He told them that he was going to be gone for a few months, but he was coming back. He told me he would keep in touch.
The last week, he was sort of interested in the pregnancy. He would randomly put his hand on my belly and say he was going to miss all of us. The night before he left, I slept on the couch, chatting with some friends online about how much I hated him and how he was a horrible person. He came out and sat next to me on the floor. Totally ruined my rant because I felt like a jerk discussing it with him sitting there. I didn't want anything to do with him so I just pretended to sleep. Yes, really adult of me, I know, but I had nothing to say to him, nor did I want him talking to me. He stayed there all night. It was awful.
He left the next day while I was at work and the kids were at school and daycare. He didn't say goodbye, nor did I want him to. He didn't leave his key, which pisses me off more than anything. There are extra locks on the door at night, so he can't get in anyway.
He randomly sent me a few messages on Facebook over the next month...mostly just excuses for why he couldn't send money...the bank was on the other side of the island...he didn't have a bank account anyway...he had no internet access...(I'll let that last one sink in for a moment because it's just so damn hilarious). The one thing he could do to get me money was to fly back to Colorado and give me cash. At this point, he owed me about $2K between rent, late fees, and other bills. Spending money on a plane ticket, seemed like a very poor choice to me when he could hire a taxi to take him across the island to whatever bank and just wire me the money. I told him he needed to figure it out.
The landlords asked me about December rent again and that they couldn't get a hold of him because his phone appeared to be disconnected. The loser had told him that "he had some other bills that needed to be paid and the bank was garnishing his checks for those and he would pay rent as soon as he started getting checks again." He did not tell them that he had left the country a month ago. I questioned him about all that, and he told me that the landlords were just lying and that he had told them everything. First of all, I have known my landlords for like 7 years. They are good people. They are not idiots. They would not make up something that stupid. Ever. He stuck to his story though.
I told him that I had an ultrasound coming up. I didn't hear for him for another month, and when I did, he called me. He told me that he missed us all terribly and that his job there was ending. Wanted to know if he could come back and live with us until his next job started in June or July. I said, "So you want to know if you can come back here, when you're already planning on leaving again?" No. Hell no. And you're not coming back even if you were planning on staying. He said he wanted to be part of the baby's life...the one he still hadn't asked about...wanted to be there for the birth. I told him that I couldn't keep him out of the state but he sure as hell wouldn't be allowed anywhere near my children. He asked how the kids were going to feel when they found out he was in town and wasn't coming to see them. He didn't like that I said that they wouldn't even know he was in town. I don't know why he thought I would ever let him back into our lives. I asked him what level of involvement he was planning on having with the baby and he told me he didn't understand the concept of "levels of involvement." I explained that I just wanted to know if he thought he was going to actually stick around or just buy diapers or what. He asked again if he could come back. I said no again. He told me to fuck off and hung up.
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