Chapter 16 - War of the Smiths
No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment, You shall condemn. (Isaiah 54:17)
I’ve seen the movie, War of the Roses many times but never expected to be in a war with Otis again. For years we battled over silly things and I won more than I lost being well equipped to fight from years of doing so with my biological mother when I was a child, my children’s father after they were born and continuing to this day as well as fighting my father after I was an adult. Why Otis entertained the idea of challenging me again is beyond me but he did?
His first call to me after sending the revocation, I didn’t mention it. He called about getting me to send him some money for his birthday. I refused and then he mentioned it. With his bringing up the subject, I went off the deep end with him including asking for a divorce. His response was to threaten not to pay the rent and to send someone to get the Jeep. My final answer was “Do what you feel you have to and so will I.”
Just like that war was declared. I wait until November 1st when no money arrives and call the chaplain’s office crying. I explained how he has revoked my power of attorney, closed our joint checking account and not sent this month’s rent. I mentioned being here from Hurricane Katrina and was asked for the contact information for his command. I gave it and was promised a call back today. I should have won an Academy award for that helpless female acting.
I didn’t need the rent money from him. I’d saved enough from the per diem to pay the rent for months but I wasn’t going to let him get the better of me. He was obligated for the rent and he was going to pay it whether he liked it or not.
Three hours later, the phone rings and the Chaplain is on the line with the Gulfport Command liaison, who by now is sick of hearing my name.
“I’m here with the Gulfport command liaison on three way call and he has spoken to your husband’s command in Japan. Your husband is on his way to the bank to send your funds today. They are ahead of us by 15 hours ma’am so the money should arrive tomorrow to you. Is that going to be ok?” I’m smiling and trying to keep from laughing out loud.
“Yes, sir. That will be fine. I will let the landlord know I will pay the rent in the morning. Thank you so much. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Bless you both.” I hang up with them and laugh. Make that one point for me, zero for Mr. Loser.
I’m reveling in my victory when the phone rings. I don’t know the number and don’t answer. It rings again and I get up to go get the mail. I know it’s him and my refusal to answer the phone is only going to mess with him more. He hates to be ignored.
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