First, let me get this off my chest: In my opinion, anyone who chooses to cheat with a married person deserves a Darwin Award. They are an insult to the gene pool. My apologies to our FWAP’s.
D-day and the days that followed were quite busy for me. After confronting my wife and finally getting an admission for her affair, I turned my attention to the POSOM.
I took my wife’s phone and texted the POSOM’s work phone, as that was the only phone number I knew (my wife had his personal phone in her contact list under the alias of a female friend). As I recall, I identified myself, told him I knew he had been fucking my wife and that I wanted to meet with him.
I was still feeling the rising anger not only over the affair, but the fact that he showed up at my house, late in the evening, on the Friday before D-day, saying he wanted us to go out dancing with him. What he was really doing is acting like a dog pissing in my living room, claiming his territory.
He responded to my text claiming there was no affair and that he “loved my family.” That comment made me want to show up at his house and pull his lungs through his nose. He said I was crazy and that he would never do any such thing. Bullshit!
He “loved my family?” Was he there when my son died? Did he deliver all four of my sons? Did he pay my wife’s bills? Did he take care of any of her needs, other than her misplaced desire to be fucked by someone she formerly claimed to hate?
He invited me over to discuss the matter. I decided against it that evening on the way over to his house as I already had to deal with police more than once that day (and the next).
I did eventually go over to his house. I knocked on the door and a woman living there (another fuck buddy) answered the door and claimed he wasn’t home. I asked her to tell him the man whose wife he was fucking stopped by. She was shocked and asked who that was. I told her he has a list and my wife is on it.
He called the police stating he was in fear of his life as I was after him for fucking my wife (which he told them he didn’t do). Yay, another police visit. His employer (another one he was fucking) called the police as well. It was a delightful few days, spending time in handcuffs at least once.
This POSOM was the same one who was working on a plan to do me in and gain control of my company and finances. I honestly expected to be murdered.
I don’t know where this thread is heading. I just suddenly had all these memories pop into my head this morning and drive me into a silent rage. I think I have decided to return my attention to this POSOM and expedite the process for bringing his sorry ass down. My attorney has warned me to keep silent about him, so I don’t foul up the investigation and ultimately prosecution. But I am growing impatient.
Anyway, back to the APs thinking:
He saw an attractive woman and wanted to add another notch to his diseased dick.
He saw that she was vulnerable after working closely with her for several months.
He saw that we had money and he wanted it.
He saw that he could get some money from her.
He saw that he could get more money from her if I was somehow taken out of the way.
He believed that the money he could steal was worth the risk of me finding out and turning him into a bloody pulp of human excrement.
Not once did he care that he was sexually preying on a married woman.
Not once did he care that he was destroying a marriage.
Not once did he think that his affair with my wife should stop him from sleeping with dozens of other women at the same time.
Not once did he think, “Hey, all do Mr. 36 a courtesy and use a condom when fucking his wife or any other women.”
Many months later my wife told me that she didn’t understand all her POSOM was doing. I told her he was an open book. Unfortunately, she was illiterate.
Forgive me for raging and rambling. Sometimes I just need to share my rage.
[This message edited by 36yearsgone at 12:59 PM, November 19th (Tuesday)]