So the Ex is moving her Car Boy into my old house. With my sons.

[villager]

It's been six years since the end of our marriage, the coup de grace of that troubled "relationship" being the Ex's affair with a hard-drinkin', chain smoking car salesman she'd met... while buying a car!

Since then, they keep breaking up and getting back together. In this latest go-round of "back together," Car Boy is planning to move in to my old house, with his son there parttime (it's a small house), and my two boys there halftime (when they're not with me).

Needless to say, neither Car Boy or the Ex have ever copped to the truth of how/when they "met."

Anyone else been through this particular twist of the knife blade? I mean, I have to endure that fuckwad's shit-eating grin, and his boneheaded attempts at "chit chat" with me, every time I'm there to pick up or drop off my sons.

I suppose I need some Zen detachment. But if the motherfucker starts drinking again and spouting his verbally abusive shit (the Ex has sure picked winners, post-marriage), it's a call to Child Protective Services...

[mrgorth]

1. I haven't encountered that yet

I really feel for you. I hate this shit.

[villager]

2. yeah, it's fairly shitty -- it might not feel as painful if they lived somewhere else

but that's the house *I* bought with her...

where my son was born, etc...

But, the Ex and her Salesman are clueless -- at least publicly -- as to the "affects" of their situation, since they are both the kinds of people who *do* the betraying, long before anyone can do something like that to *them*....