Part 2

The occurences since Part 1 continue. This will make your head hurt. Continue with caution.

Part 1: http://imgur.com/a/03egP

Things are going great! She graduated with only 1 minor hiccup. I was so proud of her. She was happy she actually saw something through to the finish.
It was not meant to last.......

OK. That was really dumb. Seriously. WTF.

Demon-in-law moves in 2 weeks after wife's graduation. From that moment, everything started going downhill. Demon knows I'm not my daughter's father. I quickly lose contact with my family. No time with my daughter, ever, and less with my wife.

Well what happened next was inevitable.

I come home as normal one day. Go about my usual routine. Change clothes, enjoy a smoke on the patio. It was then I noticed I hadn't seen my little girl. Usually she come running and gives me hug. I figured she must be watching her show in her room. I go look. Nowhere. I find the demon in my house and ask. Say what??

Keep in mind he raped my wife and thus my daughter is here.

It was then I realized this family is broken, there is no respect present, I am being used for my money and house, and this is going nowhere. I gathered my things and left. Moved into the barracks and filed for divorce a week later.

You'd think I would have learned my lesson. Your brain hurt yet? It will. It will.

I'd already been struggling with having left like I did. Plus I tried before and couldn't do it. I was having serious doubts and then she started spitting mad game. The heart hits you with those feels and any logical thought goes right out the window.

Still, its not an excuse for stupid.

Relationship takes a sharp upswing. Spend real time with my family. Demon seems to know her place, and start to get along, maybe its not a demon after all. With all such things, it was about to take a major downswing.

Just started happening suddenly. Everything was great and then one day she was gone. No reply to my calls. No response to my texts. 3 days later she shows up like nothing happened. I ask where the fuck she's been. Flies into a rage and says who am I to talk to her like that. She can go where she wants, when she wants. Its my fault anyway, if I would just put more effort into our relationship she would want to stay. She immediately left again and didn't come back for 3 days. Same thing. It continued like this with various amounts of days for about a month and a half. Once she came home and spat in my face, pulled a knife on me, and tried to flush my keys down the toilet. How I didn't get violent with that crap I don't know, but more on that later.
The Demon didn't know what was going on either. Called a number she had. Turned out to be one of my wife's friends from drug court. He, yes he, said she was at his house sleeping. I already had come to terms with where her actions were going, so this only hit me with a punch to the feels instead of a grenade.
Demon says she's moving out, can't take this crap from my wife. Wants to take my daughter with her. I tell her to fuck off with that shit, my girl is staying with me. Demon leaves. Wife comes back suddenly spitting game that finally the demon is gone and we can be happy again like things were. I didn't believe her. She started bringing another friend from drug court around and it would seriously take a true retard to not see the fuckery going on.
Cue the main event........

Yup. Sigh.

Early in the morning, she shows up from one of her outings. I woke up and find her taking the daughter to the bathroom since she had been wetting the bed recently. I of course note my wife is in a t-shirt and panties. I get ready for work and she is talking to me all calm and sounding like maybe we can work this out. When I leave I notice there's no car, just mine. I briefly wonder how she got home.
*Note that I lived on base
I get off early. Like 1000 am. She asks me to get her breakfast from the dfac and I decided not to tell her I was off. I grabbed her food and came home. Everything at the house was as I left it. I assumed she was sleeping so I was being quiet. I took the food to her room (she had taken to sleeping in separate rooms). The door was locked. I was lying to myself that it wasn't what it seemed but I knew better.
I used my old debit card and popped the door open. There was my beloved wife, lying in bed with her man friend. She was in the same outfit from that night, he was in a t-shirt and boxers. He was acting like he was asleep, she had her leg over him and her arm was around him. I just stood there in shock.
No matter how much you might know that something is happening, it doesn't prepare you for seeing it.
She looks up at the sound of me coming in the room. No attempt to even move or change her position. After a few second of us looking at each other, she says, "Why are you looking at me like that"
I couldn't come up with anything to say. I didn't know what to do.
She then says, "We're just laying here, we weren't fucking"
I have nothing. I contemplated suicide. I contemplated homicide. I thought about my daughter in the next room watching cartoons. I thought about this man and my wife, shredded to pieces all over the room. I remembered one phrase from the safety briefs. "Don't beat your wife". I walked away.
I immediately thought, ah hell no! and went straight back.
I told him, "I'm sorry, you have to leave." He ignored me and kept acting like he was asleep. She started freaking out and screaming at me. He can stay because I want him to stay. He can stay because I say he can stay. You can't tell me what to do. You can't tell him what to do. You can't make us do anything. Etc, etc. I said ok and pulled out my phone and called 911. The entire time I was talking to dispatch, she was screaming as loud as she could trying to contradict what I was saying. I walked away from her and she followed. The dispatch said to calm down she couldn't understand what we were saying. In a fit of rage, my wife reached out and tried to snatch my phone from me. I pulled away but was too slow and she struck me. She almost got my phone but I twisted away and her arm smacked my chin.
She soon gave up and went inside. Soon after the MPs showed up. He immediately went around behind the house and I followed. The dude's car was behind the house and I never saw it (he had to have been there the whole time). They were trying to make their escape and the MP caught them.
The next couple hours were just sworn statements and sitting around. The end result was even though she committed domestic violence she wasn't charged with it. She left with her bf and our daughter scott free. My squad leader came and took me to the barracks for a 3 day cooldown period. Restricted me to camp, took my keys. The MPs kept saying its crazy I didn't do anything. I'm told it would have been well within my rights to beat his ass. Well I don't really care.

I expected this to happen. As soon as I left I knew she would take advantage and steal whatever she could. As soon as I was able to go home I did. This is what I saw:
http://imgur.com/yQrwfvb
http://imgur.com/XRu87gX
http://imgur.com/L7idebt
http://imgur.com/WyeyCIj
http://imgur.com/CWc79Dz
But wait it gets better. She didn't just take her stuff and leave a mess. No, she had to take my things. Things like my Warhammer collection. In it's entirety. Over $5k worth that can't be pawned. I regret not taking more pictures of them but I had IG, Blood Angels, Grey Knights, and Solar Auxilia.
http://imgur.com/PQS6DA6
http://imgur.com/pkofTBT
http://imgur.com/9B1HDHo
http://imgur.com/JeYIxvY
http://imgur.com/XIdNE5E
http://imgur.com/T0yMlFo
http://imgur.com/bFTqqvj
http://imgur.com/W2CBdPw
http://imgur.com/aN6aMkC
http://imgur.com/kmuVLQu
http://imgur.com/rA313MR

Yes I cried. I'm a little bitch. Fuck off she had all my fucks. At this point if someone wants to say I didn't love her I would refer them to Part 1 and Part 2 so far. But here's where things started changing for me. I started to find out what had been going on. Not just the last few months, the last 5 1/2 years. I started getting information from multiple sources, sources who didn't know each other, sources who didn't talk to each other, sources who thought it was high time I knew what my wife had been up to. I was talking to her friend who for some unfathomable reason, agreed to send me screenshots of what my wife had been saying.
http://imgur.com/IjFSXZH I'm Ko of course. P is my daughter.
http://imgur.com/b5uxUpI
http://imgur.com/TwMfKjE
http://imgur.com/FCFbrhk
This friend told me she knew my wife long enough to tell when she is bsing, and this was serious bs. I had to breathe a little easier because you can see how it could be very concerning. Luckily those I know, know I'm not like how she has depicted me.
Moving on. Over the course of the next couple months I file for divorce, again, and collect serious information on what my wife was doing. When we first were married she got pregnant. Turns out it was her old bf's who she was still fucking on the side, and aborted that pregnancy (see the epilogue for how I know it wasn't mine). After our daughter was born she said the only reason she married me was for the military benefits. She wished for a folded flag. I can name 12 guys she has cheated on me with. Im sure there are more as I am STILL finding out. She told these guys that she was in an open marriage and that her husband knew about it and was ok with it. I could go on but you get the picture.

Maybe you remember she's on probation. She violated for non payment. Then again for not showing up to her probation officer when he called her in. Easy to serve her divorce papers when she's in jail. Can't run anymore!
On a sad turn, I had to disestablish my paternity. My 1SG told me I simply could not be a single father in a combat arms MOS. If I kept my daughter I would be chaptered out for reaching my potential. After much struggling with the decision I went with the disestablishment. The fact remains I am NOT her father. Turns out her real father isn't a rapist, it was consensual. He's not able to care for the child, but this way he can get his rights and no one can deny him a part in his daughter's life. It broke my heart to let her go, especially when she cried saying she wanted her daddy and everyone knew she meant me. Maybe I'm a horrible person. I don't know. Maybe she'll eventually forget about me.
But at least now, I am free of the crazy that dragged me down.

THE END?

Epilogue: http://imgur.com/gallery/7woTtZ5?lr=0