Erika

It has been a long time since I have visited this site. I don’t know if anyone will read this, it is a long story, but I have to get it out, 4 months and damned near 30 pounds.

Basically my life and my weight is completely out of control. In the span of 5 days in March my marriage, family, life and body imploded. It goes like this….

Monday 3-9: Important side note: my husband has been claiming to have had no contact with his crazy family for 1 and a 1/2 years….. I Receive call from a bill collector looking for my sister-in-law, they said she gave my number as her home number.  Call Ethan (husband) he’s shocked and later that evening we send email to his family demanding this be fixed.

Tuesday 3-10: Receive call from another of his sisters demanding that the $3000 he secretly borrowed from her last October for the purpose of divorcing me be repaid. NEWS TO ME!

That night  I search Ethan’s private email account only to find multiple emails between him and one of his 21 year old students. All included words like “can’t wait to see you”, “can’t stop thinking about you”, and my personal favorite…”You got an ‘A’ for the class but should turn in your homework so I can justify it.” This had been going on for a year.

I will be honest, I slapped him twice and broke his cell phone.

I called my girlfriends and left to meet them for a drink and comfort, ended up collapsing in the restaurant and was rushed to the ER. Blood pressure 70/40, panic attack, heart palpitations, and severe stomach pain.

Turns out I had a hernia the size of a grapefruit and an infected gall bladder. I am laying in the hospital bed with tubes coming out of each arm, heart moniter, the whole deal…Ethan walks in and continues to try and justify his actions with his student. I had him removed by security.

Wednesday 3-11: Admitted and scheduled for surgery,  I check out AMA to deal with my situation at home. Find another email from a woman Ethan and I have known for 20 years. Her name is Megan and I hate her.

Megan and I had a mutual friend who tragically had a baby premature that eventually passed. While our friend was in the NICU with her son, Megan was in the hospital parking garage having anal sex with her husband. She is garbage.

Ethan swore it was one of those random “classmate finders” emails, I believed him.

Thursday 3-12: I check the cell phone records find a number with 20-30 texts/calls a day. Late at night, when I was working, the usual. It was Megan and it had been going on for 2 years, simutaniously with the student for the past year. 

I slapped him again and began texting her from his phone. She thought it was him. I left the house with his cell phone. 5 minutes after leaving he called MY brother asking him to call her to warn her she was actually texting me.

When I returned home that night he was gone, he took a few things and a box of condoms. 

Important to note that my kids were with my mother, I asked her to keep them to protect them from the kaos.

Friday 3-13: With the kids at school, my mother and I sat trying to figure out what the hell to do next and there was a knock at the door. The police! Ethan had gone and falsely sworn out a PFA against me accusing me of trying to kill him, beating him nearly unconcious, being a terribly abusive mother, and a raging alcoholic.

In Pa they will grant a temp PFA without question. I was evicted from my home and forbidden any contact with my children for 12 days until the hearing date of March 25th…That happens to be my oldest son’s birthday.

I had 15 minutes to gather what I could to take with me. My oldest has severe asthma and allergies, and I am the one who has always monitered his care and medicine. So I spent those 15 minutes organizing his meds and testing his nebulizer. I left with cosmetics and a change of clothes that happened to be in the dryer.

My mother, who was also banned from contact with the kids was sobbing uncontrollably and told by the officers that they serve these many times a week, and it has never been more apparent that someone was being screwed by false allegations that it was with me.

Sunday 3-15: As I was warned by the doctors, my hernia basically ruptured and I was was taken by ambulance to the hospital for emergency surgery. How humilating to ask my doctor for a full STD screen and having to explain why I thought it was needed. Thank God, I am ok.

As any mother reading this can imagine those 12 days were excruciating without my children.

After hiring one of the best lawyers in Pittsburgh, and $3700 later on the court date the PFA was thrown out as unfounded and I filed for divorce. I now have full custody of my boys and Ethan is begging for a reconcilliation.

I have been crying and eating and screaming and eating and basically holding on by my fingernails thoughout the day for my kids, and when they are in bed I am eating and crying some more.

 I have to regain control, and maybe this can be a new start.

I thank anyone who has had the patience to sit thru my rant, and welcome any advice or suggestions.