A$$hat was to be out by the 5th. He took the holiday weekend to pack and was gone by Sunday. But lo and behold he moved into the duplexes a stones throw from my home. He can literally see my house from his driveway. Meh, whatever.

He's been texting me daily and even suggested counseling. I'm not responding, unless it's a letter from his attorney. I'm not interested. My kids seem to be taking it in stride and I am attempting to keep things as normal as possible.

And then, all of a sudden, this stupid a$$ $hit happens. STBXDH takes it upon himself to try to play upon my emotions (moot point as I have none) and in some druken induced emotional tirade drives to my house on his bike after dark on Tuesday and blasts Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes" from a f*cking boombox in the driveway!!! :jawdrop: :jawdrop: :jawdrop:

I was in the bunker and couldn't hear it. But the kids were baffled to say the least and informed me of the situation. My response was to turn off the front light and all the lights in the house, take the kids downstairs with me and continue to enjoy my movie. I'm not sure how long he was out there, but when I went to bed he was gone.

Sorry, dh. John Hughes didn't direct my life. But well played. If only you'd put that much effort into our marriage a little sooner... FFS. How do these crazies find me?!