.....me picturing the look on WH's face when he comes home and finds me gone this week has me smiling in genuine amusement for the first time since I found out. I'm not giving the fucker any clues as to my whereabouts either. I just plan to tack a copy of the juciest bits of conversation between him and that part- time bedspread of his to the fridge before I leave.
Also, another thing that made me laugh today was when I got on our shared computer and he leaves the colleague he's meeting with in the living room, rushes over all out of breath, going: "Did I log out of my Facebook, babe?"
Yeah, fucker, you did. About three weeks too late.
I actually kind of feel sorry for him now. Watching him bumble around, all puffed up with his own self-righteousness, is going to make the shock that much worse. And it's all going to really blow up in his face. Asshole.
Some background: http://www.survivinginfidelity.com/forums.asp?tid=499571
Yes, I am devastated, but part of me couldn't be more thrilled to kick this dead weight to the curb. I've been raised all my life to believe that marriage is supposed to be this wonderful reward for being modest and and chaste and being a good girl. After only six months of marriage I know better now!! And he's always made me feel so shitty !for not being " spiritual " enough and not being a "good spiritual partner." I cannot wait to spit it all back in his $face!!
.....okay, so my happiness IS a bit on the vindictive side. I'll indulge just for today.