My Story

I met the abuser a few months after my husband died.  He was wonderful, kind and supportive and also a handsome bad boy.  He and I talked about leaving my home of 50 years and moving to Hampton, Va where his brother lives and they were going to do a plumbing business.  (Family business)  After we got there he became a controlling jerk, we were living on my unemployment and of course my cashed in 401K.  I moved out and was living very happy, dating, working etc,.  Of course he came back and was sorry and missed me and the usual BS.  Things went on and one day I came home from work and he had moved out with a rich old women.  OK I got my life together again and was doing OK, working making friends the usual.  Guess what, a few months later he came over and was so sad, the women was very mean and blah blah blah, guess what he moved back in.  I was working as a Marketing Director for a large health care company and of course we were living off my money.
Lost job due to having such ANXIETY gee wonder why and then he wanted to move to Upstate NY where he was from.  Guess what we used my unemployment and other of my money and moved away. 
Got there with 4 dogs, and started his jewelry business because he is a very talented artist.  Of course I used all my marketing talents to make money and of course he became a total controlling asshole, and of course very verbally belillleing, fat, lazy, bad housekeeper, bad cook, don't take good care of the dogs and he didn't want me to make any friends or go anywhere.
Finally I arrived back in AZ, left him in NY and I am clearing up and things are getting better and guess what I am not FAT, LAZY or STUPID and my friends and family are thrilled to see me. 
 
Just needed to vent and write this stupid story and part of my life that's over now.  If anyone reads this I say thank you.