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You Give Love a Bad Name

I am so behind on my posts, which seems to be nothing new lately.

There has been a bit of neighborhood drama. I love to hear all about it, but avoid getting involved. Well, at least until this time. Let me give you the skinny.

There is a couple who lives down the street who we have spent a lot of time with. The husbands became fast friends and then "husband" deployed. A couple of months ago, husband and wife had a falling out because husband was considering getting out of the army. Wife got upset, divorce was talked about and then she went home to stay with her mom. Apparently to save money for when he got out. It seemd like everything was going to be good.

Two days ago, wife showed up with two guys, a u-haul and a really bad attitude. She(without huband's knowledge) is cleaning out their quarters. She is taking everything but his clothes and his TA-50. She has new boyfriend and new boyfriend's brother helping her. She also told us that since she has a special power of attorney that she is just going to go ahead and lease a vehicle on his credit and of course she has been taking money like crazy.

Wondering if they have kids? Well, of course. She had a daughter by a previous marriage and they had a daughter together. They have been married for about four years and right before he left for Iraq (1 week), he adopted daughter from previous marriage. I feel so friggin' bad for this guy. I put a call into the rear detachment unit, hoping they could at least stop her from cleaning out the house while he was gone. I hate getting involved because if my name comes up, I do not want to have to worry about retaliation, but I could not just stand there and watch this poor guy get screwed. The really sad part is, when we first met , she was so nice. She was one of the kindest people I had ever met. She was SO in love with husband. Man how a deployment changes things. This poor guy is over there doing his job with no idea that wife is cleaning him out. Sad, Sad!!!

Maybe she will realize the error of her ways....well, if not, I can tell her from experience that Karma is a bitch!!!!!!!!!

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