January Journal Continued . . .
Today I returned home from Chicago to find that Scott had hired a locksmith and gained access to the master bedroom — the lock that I had installed just a few days prior. It was pick proof, but not locksmith proof. (This was just the start of the Locksmith Fund …. more than a dozen visits over the course of the divorce costing more than $1,000.)
“It’s my house, my room and now I have the key,” Scott said. “There’s nothing you can do about it. Legally I have the right to be here.” Taunting me, he refused then to give me a key. There was no sense in trying to reason with him. Even with our counselor reaching out to him, reminding Scott of our agreement, Scott will do what he wants, when he wants with no regards for my privacy. He meant to torture me, throw me off balance.
Scott went through my files on the home computer before. This time I discovered he went through my personal files I kept locked in my bedroom. Is nothing sacred? Can’t he allow me one place to be my personal space? No! Now Scott had the key to use anytime he felt like gaining access to me and my room! I won’t stand for it! Not now. Not anymore. Why was he so obsessed with my personal space? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it! It was abuse no matter how you looked at it.
In a panic and angry I called the police. How am I supposed to continue to live in fear with no privacy and no sleep? I couldn’t just pack up and leave, forced to stay in the marital home for the sake of our children with no money of my own. (Police Report #2.)
The police came shortly thereafter and asked Scott to give me a copy of the key. Reluctantly he obliged. I asked the officer what I could do about Scott consistently breaking into my bedroom? I told him how Scott had terrorized me numerous times in the middle of the night. I told the officer how Scott had assaulted me before and how his anger outburst scared me. The officer proceeded to tell me, “Legally you both own the house. Therefore, he has the right to access your bedroom, regardless of your agreement. Unless it’s written in a Court Order, there’s nothing we can do.”
But one officer did suggest I contact the Personal Protection Order (PPO) offices as an option. I had been there before back in October when Scott hurt me the last time. But that was a while ago. Usually to file a PPO there had to be evidence of recent physical harm or eminent danger. Did I have to wait until I was beaten again, or worse? In the meantime I contacted my attorney – apparently there was an alternative option. I needed to file a Motion for Exclusive Use of the Home. It was obvious Scott was not going to let this divorce be amicable or peaceful as he repeatedly stated over and over. His actions proved otherwise.
(Looking back, I think this was all a part of Scott’s intricate plan to get me out of the house with his constant invasion of my privacy. More on that later.)
The following day I removed Scott’s access to all my social media accounts, including Facebook. He went ballistic. Scott couldn’t stand not having access to my accounts, by bedroom, my car. I was a piece of property he owned and everything that went with it.
So in retaliation once again, Scott said he is taking our oldest son, Brandon to Las Vegas for his 21st birthday and our daughter to Miami for spring break. Scott knows I don’t approve, which I stated on record. Brandon had just gone on my birthday cruise, which was also to have been his early 21st birthday present. Lindsey was going to California.
I don’t understand where all this money was coming from? I expressed my concerns while taping the conversation on my phone to Scott. I stated, “these extra trips of yours were not planned jointly nor agreed upon. Therefore you are the one now violating the MSQ and MRO orders as you so often accused me of doing.” Scott just laughed and walked away. The rules didn’t apply to Scott. (And, he got away with it all. Spend now, ask forgiveness later rule.)