What You’ll Hear in This Episode.
Hey there! Welcome to Your Life Could Be Worse, the place where you can go to feel better about your life. Today’s episode is a doozy, titled “My ex cheated on me with her drug dealer and threatened to blow up my house.”
It all started with a phone call. A guy on the other end accused me of sleeping with his girl and threatened to come to my house and kill my family, blow up my house and all. The call was alarming, to say the least. I called the cops, but nothing ever came of it.
Fast forward a month later, and a friend of mine tells me to check out my ex’s Facebook profile. There she is, kissing her drug dealer in the profile picture. I was so pissed off, I sent her a text telling her not to come home. I knew what she was doing. Her drug habit had become so bad in the last few years of our relationship.
I only beat up her drug dealer once when he came at me. It was in self-defense, but it still hurt to find out she had cheated on me with someone so low. I ended up breaking the hutch and throwing my tablet through the wall in anger. My daughter was only 7 at the time, and I didn’t want her to grow up without a mother and father in the home.
On the way to see my mom at the bingo hall, I made up a story about trashing the house. I didn’t want to tell her the truth about my ex cheating on me. My mom is very overwhelming in conversation and dominant, so I didn’t get a chance to say anything. She was just mad at me for calling the cops.
When I got to the bingo hall, the cops were there, and my ex and my mom were there too. The cop told me my mom wanted me to go to a psych ward for help because of my depression. My ex’s drug habit was taking a toll on our relationship, and she was out partying all the time while I was being a full-time dad.
I felt all alone, and it was hard to vent to my daughter, who I had to be the hero for. The cop told me I could either go to jail or the hospital, and I chose the hospital.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s episode to hear what happened next!







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