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not me, but an online friend did this...

On Mother's Day, something triggered her (I think she caught him on the phone with OW).

She said she wanted to talk with him in the car (so family would not hear).

She drove him to OW's driveway. Ow's entire family (parents, siblings...she had no husband) were looking out the living room window, and she pulled him out of the car, screaming at him, and telling him to spend Mother's Day with his whore.

Boy do I have fantasies of climbing aboard the crazy train and letting loose. I really wanted to take a sledge hammer to his beloved Harley that slunt rode on with him. But, alas I'm too wimpy.

One thing I did was to print gutter pig's photo and tacked it to the dart board. Made hubby watch while I poked her this time instead of him.

Then I took down what was left of photo, went outside to the fire pit and stabbed her photo repeatedly with his knife. Then burnt the remaining bits to ash.

I was a little crazed that day but boy did that feel great!

[This message edited by isthisforreal at 10:44 AM, September 1st (Saturday)]

Some of you are crazy bitches!! LOL. We should publish a "Crazy BS" book and make it a must-read for newlyweds.

A few days after dday I was looking for any information I could find on cheating, OW, etc. Came across a site, doc somthing. and posted as a OW. Got reamed, actually, for being an idiot.

Other than that, nothing too nuts. I've been focused on getting him away from me since quite early on so have been relatively normal. A friend of mine, on the other hand, took a lot of this personally for some reason and I suspect is behind some kind of nutty internet stuff and other things.

Oh, and once I put a lot of salt in his coffee instead of sugar. I forgot about that and maybe that's why he wouldn't let me make his coffee anymore. L:M:A:O

When the keylogger showed me that he kept googling how people poison their spouses with food or whatever, I started making whatever food he had read about. Since the keylogger showed exactly how much time he spent on each page, I knew which ones he read in detail. It was hysterical. He even quit eating anything that I fixed him, he wouldn't drink any coffee I made, he wouldn't even eat a frozen dinner that I warmed up. A few friends knew what I was doing and we laughed our asses off about it when we'd listen to the VARs.

Just got to this. That's HYSTERICAL!!!!!!!!

I'll be back to add mine after I've read through this.

We moved right after d-day, so we were in an apartment for the short-term. One night, after new discoveries, I took my wedding dress and laid it out all pretty in the parking lot and torched it. The whole time I was telling him this is what he did. I had a few more bonfires... Never got to the wedding pics, though. He still keeps me away from those (as he should!).

PBJ I think I just pulled a muscle from laughing so hard...the butt picture everywhere!

I am lame. The only thing I did was throw away the coffee mug his brother gave him for his birthday. When he was moving out he asked me where it was and I said I don't know.

I was trying to track down WH. I saw him and I turned onto a side road. I exited the side road too quickly and I ended up 2 cars IN FRONT of him while trying to follow him!!!

If I had it to do again, I would take all of his clothes to "her" house and throw them in her front yard with her H there!

Most of the things I did I'd rather not recall, but there's one thing that has become humorous to both FWH and I though it has taken us years to chuckle about it.

Sometime in the days after dday while I was getting a lot of awful trickle truth we had to travel out of state to go to an event we couldn't get out of. We were in no condition to plan for it so we missed out on buying plane tickets and had to drive. On the drive home we got into a horrible argument, just an ugly car fight that was like a cage match. FWH yelled at me to stop the car because he'd rather walk home than be trapped in the car with my questions. I pulled over, he got out and I reached across and slammed his door and drove off, leaving him on the side of the road. No cell phone, no wallet, nothing. We were in the next state over at the time. I meant to come back and get him after driving off some of my anger, but it felt so good to see him getting smaller in the rear view that I kept driving. He walked to a gas station mini mart and called his brother who ended up driving half the night to get him.

That story wasn't really funny to us until a year or so ago when we were in the car together and I was driving, and we started to have a little squabble - nothing angry, just a regular disagreement - and FWH opened his mouth to say something, turned and looked out the window, saw we were in the middle of nowhere and sat back in his seat and agreed with me. We both laughed. Wise man.

Now it's funny. When it happened he was so pissed.

I just jacked with the electronic gadgets, blocked services, numbers, randomly suspended service, turned off wifi, hacked accounts and locked him out...a little at a time and randomly. Drove him nuts, not nearly as computer literate as I so when I claimed ignorance, what could he do? I enjoyed his frustration at not being able to contact ALL of his bitches...I considered fires, a billboard ad that I am still considering..hmmmm, that one still seems to have some merit...

My MC and IC kept asking me, where my rage was, because I was so together at our appointments. I found it.

He pissed me off one day, immensely by implying that I was too fat to wear something that I had shown him. I wigged out and started screaming that he should go talk to his fat GF about his fat wife (she was quite larger than me, evidently). Maybe he should go fuck a pillow to re-live his connection with her, etc. Then I headed into the kitchen and he fled to the guest bedroom. I took half of the glasses out of the cubbard, took them outside, and smashed them with an extremely large rock. Went upstairs and grabbed a persian carpet that he had in our room. Also grabbed my sail knife, took it all outside, and sliced hunks out of it while making comments about slicing hunks off of him, her, and essentially going to town on it. Left it in the backyard, in all of it's tattered glory, for about a week. He had to look at that whenever he looked outside.

Another time he pissed me off, I took a crowbar and left it propped up against the window of his sportscar. He got the hint.

I am so uncool compared to you guys! I did nothing like this... That said, if his car isn't gone by our anniversary I'm using a wooden baseball bat on it....

I got a bunch of $1 bills and wrote in red sharpie "Julie &%$#$@ f*cked my husband in "mytown", CA! What a whore!" I spent them all over our small town.

In recovery! Things are great...just stopped by to check if there was a thread about Fartface...and there is

I got a bunch of $1 bills and wrote in red sharpie "Julie &%$#$@ f*cked my husband in "mytown", CA! What a whore!" I spent them all over our small town.

I love it, what a great idea lol.

Thinking back the only thing I did was, nothing to crazy, but I started returning his mail to the sender saying not at this address, once their was a cheque for him and I ripped it up in a million pieces. Now I know it's an offence to mess with mail etc but it was worth it at the time. I felt so brave when I did it though the cheque was only for about $20 so nothing earth shattering.

LOL! You guys are giving me some wonderful, nasty ideas.Was supposed to be in R but found out I'm not. He is scared to death. I'm battle weary so a little more in control that I was the first time around. I made a list of demands. He will write a letter of apology and confession to me. He will write to OW he "almost" had an emotional affair with and tell her what I tell him to say to her. He will give all financial control to me. I will have all his passwords, and access to all his accounts, emails and phone, which I will check randomly whenever i feel like it. He will go to counseling, SA and ask an approved man from our church to be his accountability partner. He's off getting his cell phone number changed now. He does what I say or he's out. Since he just retired from the military, he can't afford it, plus I think he has a real SA and is scared he will lose everything. He read my demands and said "It all seems reasonable". I told him this will be hard adn I'm only giving him a chance because of our son (traumatized the first time around), but one toe out of line and he's outta here. Possibly with ashes in his suitcase instead of clothes!

Tonight I am posting on infidelity web sites, chuckling over crazy BS stories. Guess I'd better update my profile too.

[This message edited by Hope&Faith at 6:52 PM, September 1st (Saturday)]

When I thought he was out hooking up during one of our "breaks," I loaded my 4 week old in the car at midnight and sped at double the speed limit the entire way to his work (where I was making him stay while we were discussing R). Only his work vehicle was there, so I KNEW he was "out" being a slut. I planned to wait in the parking lot and be there to rip him a new one when he returned from his hookup.

I got bored waiting and I even went to the gas station for a giant beer to calm my nerves.

I sat out in the parking lot for 4 hours with my beer, holding my newborn in my lap, and the car running to keep us warm... until I realized he might just be USING his work vehicle and left his car at a work site.

I pounded on the office window so hard it almost broke until he came outside, groggy and rubbing his eyes wearing his pajamas. He had been there in bed the entire night.

Postpartum much?

I made a voodoo doll of OW4, complete with a blue bikini, stringy dirty blond hair and hot pink lipstick, just like one of the photos she sent WH. Right in front of WH, asking him to help make sure it was as realistic as possible. Then I let my boys play army guys with mommy's new "dolly".

She didn't look too hot by the time the war was over!

I'm loving the poison thing though. Did you know there is actually a book called The Poison Cookbook?

[This message edited by angryorsad at 8:09 PM, September 1st (Saturday)]

Just wrote this on another post. Not me, but another member, a BH. After discovery he went to the OM's cabin that the A had been conducted in & unzipped his pants and pissed all over the bed!

As for me, H was set to fly & meet his online slut for the first time, someone who knew us both online from a game, WoW. The night before I'd done some shopping and put a going away present in his suitcase when he was sleeping. Condoms, Spermicide Foam, Dental Dams, Douche & then I wrapped it in a medium dogs sized medium T shirt with the print on top that said: I CHASE TAIL. I also included some sickening sweet card with a notation that I hoped their weekend together was all that they deserved

Unbeknownst to me, I started talking online to a guyfriend of hers who spent time teaching her the game. I made a remark asking if he was lonely w/o her that night. He said she had something to do with the kids. "No, she lied to you..her and my H are spending their first weekend together" & then I went on about his sordid history, probably bipolar & SA yada, yada. Who...eee, I'd never guessed it, but he was 20 yrs old, she was 40 and also having an A with him too!

First all hell broke loose, the kid went suicidal on me seriously and I spent about 2 hours talking him down. Meanwhile, he was nonstop texting & trying to call her on his cellphone, while on the landline w/me. The long and the short of it was she ended up spending more time talking to the kid, kid also called her husband (separated) thinking she might be in danger & judging from H's cellphone history, it appears he spent the next night at a motel..since the 1st night's drama took all night. The next call on the last day in the am came from the motel & then a final one about 3 hrs before takeoff from the airport. Oh and his going away package came back unused.

[This message edited by oldtimer97 at 8:22 PM, September 1st (Saturday)]

While I think the response to the "food poisoning" was funny...

doesn't anybody else think wh searching for ways to poison his spouse was/is SCARY as hell????

5yrsout, a lot of the folks here know that I was married to a completely paranoid Bi-Polar (also ex Navy SEAL) off his medication. He is NUTTY paranoid, frighteningly so. It was pretty much poking the tiger and probably not very bright, but I had been bullied into a corner in so many ways ... it was a pressure relief thing to me. He had no way of knowing that I was monitoring his computer, but was paranoid enough to suspect it. I'd do other things too, like repeat things to him that he'd said to his asshole friends on his way to and from work on the cell phone, in what he thought was the privacy of his car <snort>.

Anyway, the food thing happened because he'd watch those unsolved crime shows, undiagnosed illnesses, etc. A husband would be getting more sick over time and then some brilliant detective or coroner figured out that the wife had poisoned him over time with some outlawed chemical that she just happened to have out in the shed for the last 30 years. He had multiple unsolved medical issues and boatloads of tests run that never resulted in a diagnosis, then he'd watch one of those shows and start googling poisoning and WHAMMO, it's on the menu the next day for dinner!!!