When the Truth Finally Comes Out (and Still Hurts Like Hell)

I found out the truth.

Not just some rumor or suspicion—actual proof of how deep the deception really went.

He never lived at the address he gave the courts (after being caught).
He’s been living in another woman’s home—one who began "helping" him immediately after I filed for divorce. One who moved him into her home the day after her husband died.
She bought him a truck.
She bought him a brand-new motorcycle.
She insures him.
She’s shielding him.
She’s enabling him.
She knows.

She has me blocked on social media.

They aren't friends on Facebook. 

All part of an elaborate scheme to defraud the federal court while attempting to annihilate me financially. 

She is definitely a desperate piece of work and certainly deserves what will come of this. And it won't be pretty. 

Yet here I am—barely keeping the lights on. Working two jobs. Losing sleep. Holding trauma in my body so tight it feels like I can’t even breathe.

I fought to rebuild myself from the wreckage he left me in.
I still am.
And somehow, watching him thrive while I struggle…
hurts worse than any name he ever called me.

Because this isn’t just about a breakup.
This is about fraud.
Exploitation.
The weaponization of the legal system.
He filed bankruptcy to avoid being held accountable in our divorce.
He lied.
He concealed assets.
And now he’s living the high life while I’m piecing my life back together with duct tape and grit.

It’s disgusting.
It’s devastating.
And it makes me physically sick.

But here’s what I also know:
The truth is on my side.

God is protecting me. 
 And I will not let his lies rewrite my story.

Because every document I filed…
Every photo I submitted…
Every sleepless night spent gathering proof…
Every motion, affidavit, and declaration…
It matters.

Even when it feels hopeless, I remind myself:
He has to live with the truth, too.
And sooner or later, the consequences he’s been dodging will come for him.

But more importantly—
I’m free.
Free from his control.
Free from the gaslighting.
Free to tell the truth out loud and stand in it without shame.

This chapter hurts.
But I refuse to carry his shame as my sickness anymore.

I’m not the one hiding.

He is.

And I will heal louder than his lies ever shouted.


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