Dyokemm Undoubtedly it was because after D-Day the fact that POSOM is in reality a spineless pussy who scurried like a cockroach for the nearest hiding place became an obvious fact.
Thank-you. I could not have said it better and I have tried.
Have you informed OM's BW of the entire truth now that it is out?
Yes. I contacted OMW after the bungled motel meet and told her what I knew, which wasn’t much. They had been texting about 6 months, sent some sexually explicit photos, aborted meet up at motel; that’s all I knew. She told me that she had not suspected him of anything and then went on to say that in a 1000 years, she would never have imagined it would be my wife he was involved with. I let her know I would be glad to contact her when I found out more. We left it at that.
A few weeks later OMW called and wanted to know if she could come by my office to compare notes. We decided to meet for lunch. WW is a very good looking woman but has nothing on OM’s wife and I told her so in a joking way. She remarked that after meeting me, she had to wonder how her husband was able to get my wife. I responded, “After meeting you, I have to wonder how he was able to get you.”
We had a very informative conversation. She said that OM had always been jealous of me and accused me of marrying WW and then not allowing her to come back to the neighborhood, like they were not good enough for her anymore. I had never thought any thoughts about OM one way or the other. I knew of him but we had never met.
Truth be known, rather than being antagonistic toward him, when I first ran into them in the restaurant, I was actually glad for my WW. Glad that she had opportunity to reconnect with someone from childhood. I did not know that it was a rendezvous. I thought she had just ‘bumped’ into him and they were talking about old times.
OMW and myself had a nice lunch and decided to do it again sometime. Nothing romantic, just moral support for each other. We met several days later at which time she informed me that she had gotten into OM’s phone, discovered text messages between him and WW and given him the boot and wanted to show me text messages between OM and WW. Turns out the texts were not to my wife (or so we thought). They were to a different number. At this time I did not know my wife had another phone.
OMW was stunned. She explained that she had been nothing more than a meal ticket for him. They had been having problems because he had not held a job in over twelve years. She explained her journey from being a co-provider to sole provider because his job was cutting too much into his video gaming time. He did not have time for work or “anything else.”
OM was livid when he discovered that I had been talking to his wife. He came to my house when I was still living with WW and warned me of the dire consequences should I ever be so stupid as to even look at his wife again. He said that he and I would have a real problem. I told OM that I guess we had a problem then because I had a dinner date scheduled with his wife that very evening; and I did. It wasn't quite the way I made it sound but seemed to be the right thing to say at the time. I was meeting her for dinner but it was not a date, date. Nor was it a for dinner, dinner. I’ll explain more about that later.
Anyway, he was wild eye’d and crazy. He took a swing at me and in the process of defending myself he ended up getting beat up pretty bad. I hit him so hard that even I was seeing stars. The stupid idiot then says to WW, “Call my wife and tell her I’m knocked out.” My WW ignores him and says to me, “You have a date with OMW tonight?” It was a beautiful thing.
OM called the police. When the police got there, OM’s behavior was so bad, the police ended up arresting him. Of course he resisted arrest so got another charge of resisting arrest and battery on a police officer. Sweet. The police thanked me for my cooperation and I told them I was glad to help; and I was. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. Poetry in motion.
[This message edited by DoneGone at 7:44 AM, August 5th (Wednesday)]