💔 When They Can't Control You, They Try to Destroy You

There’s something that happens when you finally say, “Enough.”

When you stop accepting the bare minimum.
When you stop tiptoeing to keep the peace.
When you finally stop waiting for the apology, the change, or the decency that never comes — and you file for divorce.

For me, that moment triggered a full-blown war.
Not because I was cruel.
Not because I did anything wrong.
But because I took my power back — and he couldn’t handle it.

We had an agreement that he begged for. 
We were supposed to split the bills.
He was supposed to pay for the truck — the one he drove. And I co-signed.
We were supposed to move through this like adults so we could both move on.

But instead, the moment I refused to reconcile, he flipped the script.

He stopped paying anything.
He stopped cooperating.
And instead of facing this like a man, he chose to weaponize the system.

He filed for bankruptcy to avoid accountability.
He tried to drag my name through the mud.
He’s told people I’m the one interfering, I’m the reason for canceled events, I’m the villain in a story where I have done nothing but survive and try to rebuild.

The truth is this:
Had he simply honored his responsibilities — the ones he agreed to — we’d probably be close to being divorced by now.
But that’s not what he wanted.
He didn’t want closure.
He wanted punishment.

And so he began destroying himself in the process — financially, legally, socially — just to try and wound me one more time.

The emotional toll has been immense. I won’t pretend otherwise.
But the longer this drags on, the more clear it becomes:

• He’s unraveling because he lost control.

• He’s blaming me for his own self-destruction.

• And he’s forgetting that facts don't bend under pressure.

Every time I show up in court and win motions pro se, it’s not because I’m vindictive.
It’s because the truth is finally speaking louder than the lies.

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If you’re reading this and it resonates — know this:

You are not crazy for wanting peace.
You are not cruel for enforcing boundaries.
You are not wrong for choosing freedom over dysfunction.

If they were truly the victim, they wouldn’t have to destroy you to prove it.
Let them lie. Let them spiral. Let them try to rewrite the story.
Just keep writing your own.

You don’t owe anyone your silence to protect their image.
And you sure as hell don’t owe them your life just to avoid their rage.