Well, here I am. 33 years old, mother of two, and starting all over...again.
My ex husband had an online affair 7 years ago, which i kicked him out for. I stupidly took him back, got pregnant with our son. He continued to have issues having inappropriate text conversations. I wanted to believe he could be the man he was striving so hard to be.
Last summer I went on vacation with our kids, and I knew something was amiss while I was gone. When I came home, he was getting texts from a chick named Tanya. First time I met this bitch, I knew she was bad bad news. Like every women he's ever had issues with, they are all the same.
These low class, trailer park, uneducated, gaggle of kids, drains on society.
I soon found out she had been fucking her way through his group of friends, and even ruined his best friends marriage too. I do not understand the attraction, at all!
I had been a mess, trying to keep him on the straight and narrow, trying my best to be " a good wife". Hell, if I had a dollar for every time I said that, I wouldn't have needed to drain the joints accounts lol
I caught him buying her a christmas present, which he turned on me, and told me I ruined christmas being paranoid and suspicious. I have since found out, he did buy her one.
All my gut instincts, all the times I caught him doing things, he'd turn it on me. "your going to throw our marraige away because you are crazy and suspicious?", he'd yell at me. Or the ever famous, " I know I'm the one that made you this way, we will get through this." I think that one smarted more then being mean.
I knew I had to wait him out, I knew that this relationship with this bitch was more then friends.
I was at work on a night shift a month ago, and had a feeling I needed to come home. So since I only live 2 blocks away from work, I made up a bullshit excuse that I forgot my lunch, and needed to run home for a sec.
Even standing in my carport, I was telling myself that I was being stupid and crazy. Even when I walked into my living room, and turned the light on, did it take a minute for me to realize what I was looking at.
After a minute I lost my shit.
I threw 3 right hooks, gave her a massive shiner, cut his nose, and ended up with a boxers fracture to my right pinkey knuckle.
Even then he was protecting her, and pushing me back, while telling me he loves me as I walked out the door.
"we were just laying on teh couch in the dark,nothing had happend yet." Or my new favorite one, as of last week, " I was laying on the couch, in the dark, with my shirt off, and she was standing 15 feet away". Lets note how improbable that is, and my living room isn't even that big. Or him telling our daughter he's not even sure he likes her lol
Our daughter is so confused. I've been upfront with her about happened, but he cannot seem to find a shred of honesty in him.
Was I drunk for the 6 years? Or did I miss the memo that I was married to a total asshat!
There is nothing....and I mean NOTHING worse then being made a fool of, and that's exactly what he did.