When I got married both times, I kept to my vowels as making a promise to someone that you love and keeping to it, is what I am all about and is a major part of my moral code.
Sadly, Verity’s mother chose to trip me up and to demand, not ask, for a so called trial separation. I thought that was something was not quite right and so early in the morning, I went around to the marital home only to find his car there. I do not think that I have to join the dots for you.
When the so called trial separation was over, I called her and said that I wanted to come home, to which she replied “oh no you can’t, I want a divorce now”.
So, not only did she take my baby daughter away from me but in the divorce legalities, she financially raped me; I had to pay her £225,000 which left me with only £50,000, nearly nothing to buy a new home with. I have written about that many times.
So, she got a “yes man” aka my ex best friend but she got my daughter and a pile of money, money that I might add that she all lost when she embezzled Michael Jordan Caravans. Verity, as I have said before, lost her birthright.
In the second marriage, we made our vowels in front of a priest and it was only a year later, did she up and leave with her brats of children on Christmas Eve no less. In her sworn statement, she stated that she had no partners in toe but I had a tracker put on her car by a private detective and worked out that she was regularly seeing a partner, who turned out to be a woman.
So, through no fault of my own, I was duped twice and financially raped twice. The second settlement involved paying £180,000 for one year of marriage plus having to pay for all her legal costs, which equated to £45,000. So, for one year of marriage, it cost me £225,000.
Where is the justice in that? Clearly, there is no justice whatsoever.
Now you know why I am so pissed off