Sis 1 here . . .
Revenge is a dish best served cold . . . and it is so very fucking sweet.
I have been without internet for about two months. Jackass had borrowed his son's computer and it didn't make sense that I was paying for internet on no computer. He returned the computer about a month ago, but I hadn't gotten around to getting internet back. So, yesterday, I added the internet back in, hooked up the modem, installed the software, set up the wi-fi network, and my first place to check to make sure it was right, was . . . Facebook, of course. Imagine my surprise when I clicked on Facebook, ready to log in, and Jackass was already logged in. Imagine the joy when I discovered that. Imagine the vindication when I discovered he had been lying and cheating for a long mother fucking time! Woot woot!
Ok--a little back story. I had been very unhappy for years, he didn't work for years (he's a musician), so I couldn't leave him. I felt like I would be abandoning a child to the cold harsh world. I didn't want my son to see his dad not making it and possibly living on the streets--because that's what it would have come down to back then. However, by January 1, 2012, I was done. I woke up that morning and just couldn't do it anymore. I had a vacation scheduled in February, so I didn't want to rock the boat--child care you know. But, he started to push the issue and the night before I left, kept me up all night "talking" -- the man never shuts the fuck up. So, I went on vacation with Sis 2, and hooked up with a very fine, young (emphasis on young) man that I met there the year before. He was there on leave and fate had us there at the same time. I couldn't NOT hook up . . . I mean really . . . I consider it my patriotic duty. LOL! Anyway--long story short, Jackass saw us on the live webcam and called me on it. We had a big blow up, started counseling, and the rest is history.
So--he harped on this one incident during the entire time we were in counseling. Not saying he didn't have a right to, but he didn't want to see all the very many incidents he did along the way. He kept saying he never cheated. Come on dude, I may have blond roots, but I'm not fucking stupid. I was one of your groupies at one point--I know exactly what those bitches do and how you eat it up.
Sidebar: I had started talking to Top during this time as well. His wife found out and contacted Jackass. Shit really hit the fan then. At some point, the counselor told him to delete those messages because it is unhealthy and if he was really interested in salvaging anything with me, he had to delete them. He said he did--told me, told the counselor. BTW--Top is separated from his wife.
Back to Facebook--he's logged in. Do you really think I'm not going to look at the messages? Hell yeah I did. (1) he didn't delete the messages between him and Top's wife; (2) the high school sweetheart he brought to family dinner when we were home last summer?--he couldn't afford our date that he was looking forward to, right? Yeah--spent the date money on her!; (3) inappropriate messages with lots of women; (4) telling people about my infidelity, but no mention of his part in it--played the martyr and with people that FUCKING KNOW ME; (4) he's been begging for money from his mom and other relatives; (5)and this is the big one -- started fucking the chick in his band--the one he now lives with and says they are like brother and sister! Ewwwww--sick! But--the big part about that is . . . it started at the end of July/early August--BEFORE we separated and were still in counseling. He was spending money on her, but couldn't help pay bills in the house. PLUS--when his band went to Vegas in the summer, they had a room together. Oh yeah--that's what I thought the first time I read the thread. I realized when I read it again--just the two of them went to Vegas.
So, I can't say anything before the divorce is final and I may not after that. After all, I am a lady and take the high road. But . . . every single time he asks me for money and every single time we change something over from my name to his . . . the answer is FUCK NO! You can't make ends meet? Try getting a mother fucking job!
This has become a really long rant, but I feel so vindicated. I thought all guilt had gone away already, but when I read this stuff, I realized that there was just a tad bit left. Not anymore. Karma is a bitch and she's one of my dearest friends.
Until next time, keep it #sassyandsarcastic . . . .