Lets do a timeline about why I'm saying NO, shall we?
1994 we met
1995 we are dating, and commit
1995 I have to watch you and an ex kiss goodnight because "you haven't told her about us" (Guess I was your OW then)
And now let the countdown begin.
Please understand I DIDN'T KNOW about MOST of these until VERY recently, and the ones I DID find out about I believed you when you lied because I freaking LOVED you.
1996 OW1. 18 years older than you. At the time you were 22. She was 40 and looked 60 That's fucking gross, and I found out recently because you can't throw anything away. Remember the damn flash drives when you move out next time.
1997 OW2&3 discovered by hotel receipt, but I believed you when you said you got the room for a co-worker because HE was too drunk to drive.
1997 condoms found in your truck you are "keeping for a friend".
1998 OW (let's just say 4 because who knows by now) at work and at your university
1999 you go out with the guys and they don't come back with you. No one knows where you were
2000 I'm pregnant with DS2 and you bring OW5 (your old HS GF into our home while I'm out of town)
2000 DS2 is born and you are still hopping bars after work
2001 We move to a beach town, you take a job in sales and have to "entertain" clients
2002 DD2 is born and although I don't know it, your OW6 (whom you've been seeing since 2000) is aborting your OC. Maybe. She said she was pregnant
2003 you start working as a restaurant manager, but neither the children nor I am allowed to visit because of the "drama". But you get to go out with your "friends" after work.
2004 OW7-8-9 leave you cards and voice mails about how much they enjoy your time together
2005 OW10 has a mini-meltdown when she finds out I exist.
2006 OW12 (Who I THOUGHT was OW1) brought me here to SI in March of 2007 because by this time you were S T U P I D in how you tried to cover your EA/PA up. Really? Role Playing?
2007 OW12 blows up in your face, you lose your job, we lose the house and move to GA
2008 online memberships to FLING.COM
2009 OW 13-16 (again just found out about those)
2010 OW 17 online cyber affair
2011 OW 18-19 ONS behind Waffle House
2012 OW 20-21-22 clients, coworkers whatever
2013 OW 23-24-26-27
2013 25 who outed you because she thought you were cheating on her with OW 26, 27, and me. (Sorry, but this still cracks me up)
2013 OW 24 because... well I suppose at this point you felt entitled. Except I kicked your ass out and made you tell EVERYONE why. You start therapy, I start therapy, but before we can move too far along on the recovery train, you run 6 states away.
2014 OW ... I've lost count again, what was it? Oh yes, I remember now. OW28. Whom you deny but when I texted her (from VZ Messages as your number) responded with quite explicit details about how she enjoyed your "sessions"
2015 OW29 twenty-nine.
or maybe it's 30.
or maybe even higher.
I think I'm going to go throw up now.
Because while you were literally fucking your life away, I was being your support. I put my life on hold and you made your sexual release more important than me.
I gave you every ounce of my energy, and you told me an orgasm was more important to you, or rather, more important than me.
I let you in again. And again. And again. And every time, your needs, whatever it is that's broken inside you was more important than me.
As I've told you before, you can fuck 1000 women, but they won't be me. They won't be real.
I used to think you stole yourself, that part of you that should have been mine and gave it to your OW, but the reality is you've never been mine. There was not one year from 1994 until 2016 where you've been faithful. You don't know how. You're incapable.
You will have empty, vacant eyed bobble headed women so desperate they'll settle for anything. They will fake orgasms to please you. They will tell you what you want to hear so you will tell them what THEY want to hear. But it won't be real. You don't know how to be real.
So yes, I hurt, I cry, I rage, I bleed, I hate.
And I can't wait until you're so insignificant I don't care whether you live or die.
Fuck. You.