TIFU by signing divorce papers while blackout drunk and accidentally giving my ex-wife our house, half my car, and my sanity
ok this is a long story but i'll try.
this was like 5 years ago but i still think about it almost every day.
i was married. we had a house together. a car. good jobs. everything seemed fine. then i went on a work trip for like two weeks.
when i came back something felt off. she was acting weird. distant. i didn't think much of it at first. but later i found out that while i was gone she was sleeping with a guy from her work. not just once. like the whole time i was away. and she got pregnant from him.
i was destroyed. we decided to get divorced obviously.
but here's where i fucked up.
after i found out i started drinking. like heavy. for about a week i was just drunk all the time. couldn't think straight. couldn't sleep. just drank and cried basically.
during that week she came to me with some papers. she said "this is the divorce agreement, just sign it". i was so drunk i didn't even read it. i just signed whatever she put in front of me.
turns out it wasn't just the divorce papers. it was also a document saying i give up all my rights to the house. our house. the one we bought together.
she kept it. all of it. but that's not all.
she also went after the car. and she got half of its value from me. even though she barely drove it. i had to pay her. on top of losing the house.
because of all this i fell into a deep depression. i couldn't focus on anything. i ended up leaving my job. a really good job. great pay, good coworkers. just walked away because i couldn't function anymore.
i moved back to my parents place. she stayed in the house with her new guy. and his kid. i think they still live there.
i've been clean for a few years now. but here's the part that still fucks me up.
even after 5 years... i still don't know what i feel towards her. sometimes i think i hate her. other times i catch myself missing her. or missing us. i don't even know anymore. maybe it's not love. maybe it's just attachment. or trauma. i can't tell.
she appears in my dreams two or three times a week. every week. for 5 years. i wake up either drenched in sweat or just completely empty. and the whole day is ruined before it even starts.
i lost my wife. my house. half my car. my job. and honestly? my mind too. all because i couldn't stop drinking for five seconds to read what i was signing.
TL;DR: caught my ex cheating. started drinking. signed divorce papers drunk. accidentally signed away the house. had to pay her half the car. lost my job because of depression. still dream about her 2-3 times a week. haven't felt normal since