Escaping something dangerous

No one really liked Jim, honestly. He could be charismatic and social, but it usually led to being overbearingly argumentative, because he just HAD to be right. He would sit at home, picking apart arguments and learning how to overthrow comments with straw responses while his wife was at work making the only money that he often tried to spend on ridiculous items, and usually ignoring their dog who was mostly kept in a cage when he didn't want to deal with the pup. Which was often. 

Well, Jim and his wife got into an accident, a severe one, that caused some major body damage that neither will recover from. As the two recuperated over the years, his lack of support became far more obvious. The wife was working herself to death with a leg that would never mend fully and a sore back, and he was still at home, "working on his novel." Eventually, it was too much, and the friend told him she was divorcing him and kicked him out. 

Not that long after, my now ex came to me and said he wanted a divorce. 

Ah, the old ex. The old "I'm indifferent to you and what you're going through, because I don't care about you." The fellow who, when I fell on my knee and did damage to it, looked down at me with loathing and contempt and didn't try to hide it. Who looks down on everyone, except for this female friend, who he dotes on and treats her more like a wife than he ever tried to with me. Let's just say I should have never married him, and regret even dating him. I was young and dumb. 

Anyway. So, that friend was getting a divorce, and my ex was divorcing me with great ease, because I was learning of all the female friends he'd been sexually harassing over the years who find him to be a major creep and want nothing to do with him. Except this female friend. She loves spending time with him. He secretly (or not so secretly) has feelings for her, and I wonder if he's shared them with her as of yet. So those two are buddy buddy and have become a trio of besties with another friend I used to have... 

And it hit me. I was the Jim of the relationship as well. The unwanted part. Now, that makes me hate them because I sincerely believed us friends, and I'm the sort of person who firmly believes "If you don't like me, don't waste my time." Until that friend started up divorce proceedings, all was well. It started a ball. Or, well, a triangle of censure where they were pushing away the people they dislike, and then gang up on them with their back talk and disdain. 

All I have to say is "I escaped a deep hole of unhappy, hateful people." Knowing now how my ex was sending sexual posts and having deeply disturbing conversations with females, I'm wondering if he and that friend have... Well, a lot of things. It's no longer my business, but knowing the emotionless, useless sociopath that he is, if she goes down that path more pity to her. More pity to the three of them, for their fucked up attitudes toward anyone who's not in their triangle of toxicity. Vaya con dios, don't let the door hit your asses on the way out, folks. And don't darken my doorstep again.