Remember my (32F) MIL (56F) who gave her pension to a soothsayer and quit her job? Yeah — it gets worse, I'm embarrassed and I honestly didn't want to update, but so many people reached out that I have to.

Disclaimer: I did not use AI this time so good luck reading this.

If you read my previous post about my MIL who handed over her pension to a soothsayer claiming to cleanse her of bad energies, quit her job, and left us scrambling to support her — you’ll know I was already nearing my limit with my husband’s (33M) family.

Well... As I said in the comments that I needed to sort through my finances, because even though divorce was the unanimous answer Reddit gave me, I needed to know if financially it was possible.

Backstory: I had a car I couldn’t trade in because of the shortfall. My honest, loving husband suggested leasing it to his brother. I was wary, but he swore it would be fine. We signed a contract, payments came in on time for a while, I got my new car, life went on.

At some point (before the pension thing), DH decided he wanted to take over the house finances. And like a fool, I let him. I slowly watched groceries and bills stop adding up even when I knew i gave him my portion. But things always “worked themselves out,” so I didn’t question it — because in that house, asking questions meant I didn’t trust him.

And now — while reconciling my statements — I realize the car hasn’t had a single payment from his brother in months. The payments were from DH the whole time. And the car’s apparently been “broken” for two months. And guess who knew and never told me? Yup. Husband.

When I found out about the car situation, something in me just broke. Not in a dramatic, plate-smashing, screaming way. Just quietly. Like a balloon finally deflating.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. I just packed a bag for my son (8M), grabbed a few essentials, and went to my mother’s house for the night. And before I left, I told my dear, sweet, loving husband he had the day to package his things.

He’s now moved out. Gone to live with his mother and I’m back in my house. I’m not sure how or what to feel about. I don’t know if this was the right decision, if I’ll regret this, if we’ll ever sort this out. I don’t know if this is me now — single mom in need of a lawyer. I’m just numb. And maybe that’s okay for now.

Thank you to everyone who listened, aimed for the throat and don't pull their punches.

Bonus info: He apologized for everything and said he will do better but I stood by the separation and I know I made the right decision because when he left he took some of my groceries because his mother ran out. He still doesn't get it.

LMFAO. My life is a film with poor casting. I can already see that subway surfer background, because this is honestly rediculous, utterly ridiculous.

That's all.