I had a conversation today that shocked me. Shocked me to my core. I am amazed and bewildered at how money has changed you. In your case, money really is the root of all evil.
I found out that you refused to pay for my sister, your daughter’s college fees. You would only pay for them on 2 conditions :
1. She passed her first year with the highest of high marks (not really sure how she was supposed to accomplish this, as she didn’t have the money to study in the first place, thus the request for assistance, duh)
2. That her mother (your 2nd ex-wife) worked on your relationship with my sister. A relationship between the 2 of you, must be worked on by the 2 of you, not by your ex-wife, who you think so little of!
You blatantly say that you have no money for studies, yet you blow hundreds and actually thousands of Rands on TV’s, audio equipment, a Mercedes Benz, and most likely wife no 3′s new appendages, but that last tidbit is an assumption on my part. How do I know that you did this? Well, even though you removed a certain someone from your joint account, it would have helped if you had removed her from your internet banking as well.
How many reasons do I have to hate you right now?
1.5 million reasons. You offered to pay off my debt – I didn’t ask how, and I actually didn’t want to know how. But because I couldn’t get the final figures to you in (I think the deadline you gave me was) 48hrs, you rescinded your offer. You weren’t even interested in hearing out my reasons as to why I couldn’t get the required info in 48hrs. Because of my situation, it can take up to 8 weeks for the info. But you weren’t interested. It’s like you’ve taken on this God-like persona; you hold all of the keys to our locks, but you won’t let us out except on your conditions. Well I call bullshit. I was never EVER jealous of you; I was genuinely happy for you. You had a nice car, something you’d always wanted, and you had a good life. I was happy for you. Yes, I have my own financial issues, but my husband keeps a roof over my head, and the car that I drive gets me from A-B. You KNEW how excited I was at the prospect of having a clean slate, and a part of me really does believe that you derived joy out of swiping it right out of my reach. And people wonder why I count on nothing and no one. I do not set my heart on anything, I don’t count on anything, because as long as I set myself up for disappointment, you can’t disappoint me.
And believe me dad, you’ve disappointed me.