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Taking Control

My hands shook as I got in my car. For the first time in months, I could breathe without that crushing weight on my chest.

Tara followed me home in her car. We sat in my kitchen while I called the bank to freeze our joint account. The representative explained I couldn’t lock him out completely since it was joint. I could withdraw my half immediately and open a new solo account, which I did right there on the phone.

That afternoon, Tara and I drafted a careful email to Michael’s firm’s HR department. We requested a meeting about a serious matter involving an employee.

We avoided details that could be seen as defamation but made it clear this was urgent. We attached just enough documentation to get their attention.

I scheduled an emergency consultation with attorney Alistair Kapoor for the next morning. I used money from the account I just separated. When Tara offered to come with me for support, I accepted gratefully.

That evening, Michael showed up at the house banging on the door. He alternated between apologies and threats to hurt himself if I didn’t let him in.

I called Tara and put her on speaker, which made him back down. She threatened to call the police if he didn’t get off my property immediately.

The next morning, Michael’s mother called. She offered to pay back some of the money from selling family property, but only if I didn’t pursue criminal charges against her son.

I told her I needed to speak with my attorney first. I was buying myself time to think about what would be best for the kids.

Evicting the Lies

Later that day, I packed bags for Lily and Jake. I took them to my mother’s house for a few days, telling them daddy needed some space to get better.

They were confused but trusted me. My mom held me while I cried after they went to bed. Both of us were exhausted from everything that had happened.

The next morning, I drove back home to pack Michael’s clothes and personal items into boxes for the garage. I pulled open his dresser drawers and grabbed armfuls of shirts, dumping them into cardboard boxes without folding them.

Behind the dresser, I noticed a manila folder that had fallen between the furniture and the wall. The label read “concierge” in Michael’s handwriting, and my hands shook as I opened it.

Inside were dozens of printed pages showing flight confirmations, hotel bookings, and restaurant reservations. Every single trip was documented with receipts for spa treatments, golf games, and five-star dining experiences.

The dates matched perfectly with his supposed medical treatments. Each itinerary showed activities like jet skiing and parasailing.

I photographed every page with my phone while tears ran down my face. Tara called while I was still sorting through the papers, and I told her what I’d found.

The Travel Rewards Fraud

She said she’d been checking her email and discovered something worse. Michael had added himself to her travel rewards account using her email as an emergency contact.

The account showed 284,000 points accumulated from all the trips he’d taken with her money. Those points were worth at least four more luxury vacations that he could book anytime.

She screenshotted everything and forwarded it to me while we were still on the phone. My email pinged with a message from Eva Bianke at Michael’s company responding to our earlier contact.

She scheduled an investigative interview for Tuesday morning and requested we bring any documentation we had. Her tone was professional, but I could tell from her careful wording that she was taking this seriously.

She mentioned that falsifying medical leave documents was a federal offense and the company had zero tolerance.

That afternoon I met with attorney Alistair Kapoor in his downtown office while Tara watched the kids. He spread out forms across his conference table and explained each one in simple terms.

First, we’d file for legal separation to protect my assets from any debts Michael might create. There’s something really strange about how Michael’s been running this whole fake illness scheme for 18 months without anyone catching on until now. I’m curious why Tara never questioned sending thousands directly to Michael instead of actual medical facilities or doctors.

Then we’d cancel all joint credit cards and move any accessible funds to new accounts. The temporary custody petition would ensure Michael couldn’t take the kids without permission.

The list felt huge, but Alistair numbered each task and promised we’d handle them one by one.

Confronting a Pattern of Control

That evening my phone buzzed with a long email from Michael admitting to what he called poor judgment. He blamed depression and anxiety for making him create this elaborate lie about being sick.

He claimed the trips were his only escape from the pressure of pretending to have MS. The twisted logic made me laugh out loud in my empty kitchen.

He was stressed from pretending to be sick, so he needed vacations to recover from his fake illness. I forwarded the email to Alistair, who said it was basically a written confession we could use.

Lying in bed that night, I couldn’t sleep and started remembering our early years together. Michael always found reasons why my friends weren’t good enough or why family gatherings were too stressful.

Sarah from college had warned me he was controlling, but Michael convinced me she was jealous. My cousin Beth stopped inviting us to things after Michael caused drama at her wedding.

The pattern was right there the whole time, but I couldn’t see it. He’d charm everyone at first, then slowly cut me off from anyone who might question him.

The next morning, I drove to the police station to file a report about the fraud. The desk officer listened to my story and looked at my documents but shook his head.

He explained that most of this fell under civil law since Tara had willingly given the money. The only criminal angle might be the employment fraud with the fake medical documents. He suggested focusing on that aspect and gave me a case number for reference.

Helping the Children Process the Trauma

Two days later, I met with Janie Verma, a therapist who specialized in helping families through trauma. She had toys and books in her office for working with children about difficult topics.

We sat together practicing how I’d explain to Lily and Jake that their father had been lying. She helped me find simple words that wouldn’t destroy their relationship with him completely.

We role-played different responses they might have, from anger to confusion to blaming themselves. Janie assured me kids were resilient, but they needed honest information delivered with love.

That weekend my mother came over and we spread her bank statements across my dining table. The second mortgage payment was eating up most of her social security check each month.

She’d have to work until she was 70 just to keep the house she’d lived in for 30 years. We made a budget showing how I could contribute once the separation was finalized and support payments started.

We both knew it wouldn’t be enough to really fix the damage, but it was something.