Same Ol' Song...Different Verse

Tomorrow would have been my 20th wedding anniversary to the violent dick.  I suppose it is fitting that I will spend this non-anniversary inside another courtroom fighting out yet another facet of the complicated, tedious divorce order.  I have not one, but check it out - THREE divorce orders.  Not content to simply get divorced, each meeting with attorneys and every court appearance were granted the weight and importance of the signing of the Declaration of Independence and the solemnity and respect of a Jerry Springer episode. There will be entirely too much to mention, but I'll pinpoint the highlights.  Since the divorce, my ex:

• Joined my battalion.  DELIBERATELY FOUND ME AND JOINED MY BATTALION.  Yeah, I'll let that one sink in for a moment...
• Claimed my children for tax purposes causing the IRS to sue me for his fraud.  
• Claimed my children for BAH insisting to DFAS I was stealing from the government.  
• Failed to remove my name from bills and mortgages denying me the ability to purchase a home and ruining my credit.
• Refused to sign a unit and battalion Commander approved Family Care Plan jeopardizing my military career and future and cutting short my time spent on AD.

There's a lot, lot more, but really, isn't the above enough?  Tomorrow I go to court to answer his charges.  Yes, his unfounded charges.  Years past the initial divorce and I am still answering his insanity because if he can pay an attorney, he can harass me legally.  I have almost given up understanding the why - I don't speak crazy and thank g-d, that I don't!  Unfortunately, 21 year old Me made a grievous mistake and an, ahem, much, much older Me must pay the price.  My fondest dream for this life is he will meet an equally mentally disturbed, female who will keep him so busy, he does not have time to stalk or harass me.  A girl can dream....