When trust is gone....

Oh my, Hell hath no fury like a woman who thinks someone has got one over on her. Things have taken a serious turn for the worse. She has lost the plot, and reached rock bottom, but is continuing to dig.

Briefly, she took over a rental house on Monday. Tells me on Monday night that she is going to be decorating kids room before she start moving anything in. I have been asking her for a fortnight to give me a list of things she wants to take, so that we can manage the transition and retain a home in two places for the children, who will be here every night after school until 8:30pm, and most weekends, if we have any functions in the hotel. Tuesday, she rings me at work at 18:20 to say that she is telling me before I come home that she has taken 'some of her furniture to her new home'. What has she taken? We had agreed that she was having the marital bed so far. OK, the bed, the TV, the tv cabinet, freeview, 3 pice suite,all of my two boys bedroom furniture andclothes. some of my daughter's clothes etc. I ask her why she hasn't discussed any of this with me before taking things. None of my business. Everything here is half hers, so she has left more than half so far, so all is fair. Hmmmmm don't quite see this as an amicable separation at this point.

This comes hot on the heels of her taking £2K from the business account without my knowledge or consent last week, and and two weeks since telling the kids about their moving to the new rental herself, despite agreeing that it would be done by both of us. Proper little charmer she is at the moment.

She takes off to her new house and comes back for another load. I tell her that her behaviour is unreasonable, and get a mouthful for the privelidge. OK, so when she leaves with the next load, I pick the lock on the bedroom door that she locked me out of, without warning and still containing a lot of my personal things, in February this year. 'If you want anything,m you'll have to ask for it, and I will get it for you'. Hmmmm, not being humiliated to get a clean pair of underpants, so haven't succumbed to that demand.

I change the lock on the bedroom and the apartment doors. Just as I am finishing the one on the bedroom, she returns. Apoplectic is just an understatement. I tell her she is in my home, she has her own home now, and has no right of entry to my home. However, if she should need anything, I will get it for her. I was securing the marital assets and would take legal advice ASAP. She threatened me with the police and I just stayed calm and called her bluff. She left again, so i reported the incident to the local police, who told me I had done exactly the right things. She comes back later and tells me that it is still her home and she wants to stay the night. I give her a hotel room, as she has already taken her bed to the new house. Tense!

New day dawns, she gets onto her sol, me to mine, Kerching, Kerching.

She threatens me with an injunction, I tell mine what she said. Didn't like the advice I got. Me, unconfrontational, nice guy, all round good egg. I was told the following:

She cannot be trusted
She is dangerous
Take her off any bank mandates
Leave no valuables anywhere to which she has access
Do not be alone with her, always have a witness with you at all times
Do not give her acccess to any keys
Lock her out of any private areas
Only give her supervised witnessed access to her room
Make a full inventory of evrything before she takes it
Write down anything she says

Inventory of everything? Like knickers, socks, jewellry, gifts, clothes etc? YES absolutely everything. Jeez!

So I have let her in and stand over her as she is packing her shoes (48 pais including 5 pairs boots, assorted court and formal and casual shoes - and she isn't called Imelda!), underwear etc etc etc Horrible! Feel like a complete sh*te for doing it. Make her leave all her jewellry to catalogue - theres a lot to catalogue - about five shoeboxes full.

Help her pack her car, find stuff for her, send a member of staff to help her at the other end, being paid by me. Give her a hoover and various other bits and pieces. All seems to have quietened down to a dull roar - verging on civil.

Today - take her car for it's MOT - £100 later, I get a call from her. 'Your behaviour is completely unreasonable and illegal, unless you give me unfettered access to my room, I am not going to cook' (Half term week, she has given chef a weeks holiday, as she is the second chef.) 'You can keep my jewellry until it is catalogued, but you must give me unrestricted and unsupervised access to my private possessions in my private room'

Asked her if she was reading from a script, and told her i would seek further advice. As far as I am concerned, it isn't catalogued yet, so she can't have it unless she specifically asks for it in a list of items, which I will go and get for her.

Rings me again to demand same. Little bulb begins to glow in my head. She, magpie extrordinaire, who normally can't walk past anything shiny, is perfectly happy for me to 'hang on' to her jewellry whilst I catalogue it, but there is something in that room that is even more important to her than her jewellry. I wonder what? Because OMG she is desparate. We'll just have to see.............