I did. And it was great!!!
I'll give you some details. Morning after Dday. Kicked WH out of the house (he slept in his van in the driveway because he had nowhere to go at 1 a.m.) Anyway he leaves early in the morning and I don't know where he was going. So in my crazy head I immediately start thinking he's going to see her, so I jump in my car in my pj's (sweatpants and sweatshirt) grab my sneakers and head off to follow him. He had gotten a head start so after about 10 minutes of driving down the highway with him no where in sight I realized this was ridiculous and started driving back home. Within a few minutes he calls me, from home and asks where I am. He said that he had left to go to his sisters house but that it was too early and that they were sleeping so he was gonna go back there later.
So he asks me "where are you? are you going to HER house?" Then a light bulb goes off in my out of control brain and I think to myself "that's a great f*cking idea!!!" and so I turned the car around and headed to her house!!!
I called her husband (he was the one who contacted me the day before to tell me about the affair) and asked if she was home, He said that she had just left for work (she a crossing guard)so I head to his house and he comes outside and we talk for about 45 minutes about how my husband confessed and all the details of the night before. His wife was still denying it. We shared some information with each other and agreed to stay in contact so that we could find out what we needed to know. So anyway I drive away and suddenly it occurred to me that she works right in her hometown. So again I turn my car around and head back towards her town, I called her husband again and asked him where she was a crossing guard, and he told me!!!
(BTW,this man has no backbone...he knew off the affair for 9 months and never stopped it!! I knew for 5 hours and I got a confession!!) Anyway...so where was I....
Oh yeah, He tells me where she is. So I drive to the school she is a crossing guard at and I park my car about 100 feet away so I can get a good look at her. That was my original intention, just to see her. She btw, was a childhood friend of my H that he hadn't seen in over 20 years before the A happened....and she's ugly!!!
So here I am. At 8 am. Half crazed. In my pjs. Bloodshot eyes. Staring at OW. My heart was in my throat!!!
So I called my H and told him where I was and how I was going to beat the living shit out of this fucking whore the second she got off of work, and how I was going to enjoy every minute of it! (btw, I have never had any kind of physical altercation in my life, I'm not that person)
He was panic stricken and pleading with me not to do anything because he didn't want me to end up in jail. To which I responded "So big deal if I get in trouble for assault, I've never done anything wrong in my life, what's gonna happen, I have to pay a fine? I don't care, its worth it"
He was terrified. I was loving it. (I sound crazy right, I'm really not)
OK, OK, So in my head I'm thinking. I have to confront this whore and say something to her, I HAVE TOO!!!!
So I plan out in my head what I'm going to say to her, I knew that I wouldn't lay a hand on her. But I did however want her to think I was crazy!!!
I did tell you that I'm not crazy right, I'm really not!! I was just so full of every emotion imaginable and I had been up for the past 30 hours.
Soo, She gets into her car and drives back to her house. I follow. My heart pounding. My head spinning. My knuckles white on the steering wheel.
She pulls up to her house, opens the car door steps out...I jump out of my car and like a crazed lunatic head straight up her driveway towards her and start screaming "Hey _________, The next time you decide to fuck someone elses husband, you'd better make damn sure his wife's not a fucking psychopath!!!"
She just looked at me like "whatever" OMG!!! I wanted to rip her face off....I continued to scream in her face about how she was a whore and how she should be ashamed of herself and that she better watch her back because I will be there.....all the while her husband was cowering in the doorway...so then I turn my attention to him and yell "and YOU, you allowed this to go on and did nothing about it?? I have bigger balls than you??"....I then proceeded to yell out for all her neighbors to hear, with my hands cupped around my mouth to project my voice further...."________ is a whore and she has been fucking my husband ______ for the last 9 months"
I'm sure that made for interesting talk at the dinner tables of her neighbors homes that evening.
I yelled a few more choice words at her, told her how pathetic her and my husband both are and how "I cant believe how fucking ugly you are" and then jumped in my car and headed back home, feeling pretty good about myself.
Childish? probably. Wreckless? I'm sure. Gratifying. ABSOLUTLEY!!!!
I definitely felt like I did what I needed to do. It gave me a sense of control over a situation I had no control over. I sometime wish that I had just grabbed her and given her real taste of my anger.
I sent her a few texts days afterwards, I told her how broken my family was and how devastated my children were and how she was a pathetic excuse for a wife and a mother and how she owed it to her husband to tell him the truth. She hung onto her lies with him for weeks following.
I definitely felt closure. I have no desire to contact her anymore, or to talk to her husband. They have their own shit to dig through now.
My sense of control was only temporary. Because we all know how this story goes from here. Now the aftermath begins.
I am changed forever.
At least I told that Bitch how I felt.