Chapter 17 – Getting help

The following week I started researching lawyers, lawyers that could assist in these matters.

He has been verbally, physically and psychologically abusing me even after our divorce was finalised, and enough is enough, it needs to stop. NOW

8th December 2018, I told my lawyer EVERYTHING, I was advised that this needs to stop, I need to make a decision and follow-through, something I was always afraid to do, but I had to this time, he is never going to stop,

He will kill me. I was more afraid of what he might do if he found out that I have spoken to someone about him, but nevertheless, I followed through – the plan was to send him a lawyer’s letter, stating everything that he was not supposed to do according to our mandated court-ordered decree. I am hopeful that my lawyer will soon put everything in writing to him, but also nervous and anxious.

Over the next week or so I have very little contact with him because of that attack at the graduation. I refused to let him come into my home, I block him on all social media platforms and allow text and calls to come through so that we can communicate about my son.

On Saturday the 15th December at 7 am, I wake up to the following text message:

“Hi, please send me your email address, I need to send you an urgent mail.”  The text is from his mistress/whore. I never hesitated in sending my email address, I was curious to know what she wanted to say.

I was sure it was to tell me that they are still together, or to boast about something – but he had a different girlfriend?

A few minutes later I received the email, a shit long letter, and attachments to more emails. I read all of it, then I read it again, then I re-read it. I am not sure how many times I read it, but I wanted to make sure before replying that I understand what I am reading.

I replied and asked what the purpose of the email was, and what did she think she is achieving in sending me an email 2 years later. The exchanges between us lasted for about 2 hours that morning, she wanted to meet, if I was willing. She wanted to share her side of the story. She needed to face me, she needed to ask for forgiveness, and she wanted to make amends.

Again I wasn’t hesitant – I wanted to meet her, I wanted to see what was so special about her. I wanted to see if she will really show up, to face me. I wanted to hear how sincere her apology would be. I wanted to understand why she thought she could make amends by just asking for forgiveness. I wanted her to look me in my face and tell me all these things.

And I said “Let’s meet, tonight at 6 pm”