The crap will hit the fan once he finally remembers my last name.
Because my ex-husband is paralyzed by what people think of him. PARALYZED. One of our daughters quipped the other day: "If I got hit by a car, Dad would probably be upset that I might have hurt the other person's car."
And so if he saw this blog, it would probably detonate nerve cells in his brain that could fry eggs in Kentucky.
And I thought I should tell him. About this blog (and the old one). Because I'm not trying to trick him. I'm just trying to write about my life. (And tell the world what a total jerk he had been). [Which I guess might make me a jerk too :)].
So I did. I told him. And I was so scared to do it. Because I figured that he'd Google me right away, and the jig would be up. I was picturing--actually--J. coming down to my house to make a citizen's arrest. Because he has a vision of himself that he carefully inculcates. Kind of like me with my cosmetics. And he's big into the military and law enforcement. So I thought if something qualified in his mind for a citizen's arrest it would be this. His ex-wife telling the truth about the stuff that he doesn't want people to know.
But I told him about the blog months ago. At least five months. And nothing happened. I got all hotfired up for battle. And nothing. And then I realized via a separate event: he doesn't remember my maiden name. And, apparently, doesn't care enough to find out.
Which I find slightly comical. Because his self-focus is really saving my butt.
Still, though, it seems jerky of me to keep at it using his real first name (since people could probably figure out who he is by Googling my name [since, you know, other people actually KNOW my name]) so I'm going back and changing all posts to just initials.
I just wanted to let everyone know about it so that way no one mistakenly reads any of the updates that will be coming down the pike.