I started writing a post yesterday afternoon. I was a little irritated with my husband as well as the skank. I had read the comments on Poking The Bear including one that suggested I ask him to call her with me there and shut her down. However, a comment from one of my Twitter family agreed with his perspective that ignoring is best. My husband believes she will never go away. He says it’s her personality and that she will continue to reach out to try and get him back.
He’s right. Trust me, I know you want to reach out in justification and righteousness…..but that just brings the drama back. Ignore it, it will eventually go away. You’re pulling the drama back by engaging. I was stuck in that cycle too for awhile.
‘Healing Soul’s’ comment gave me a bit of flexibility in my anger towards him for refusal of action. I still do not agree with this. It’s been 2 1/2 years since she’s received her walking papers.
So now I’ve been thinking about how to handle things. I can get to his phone at some point and block her number. But I don’t think I want to do that. I want her to send another text. I will not instigate, but I will respond. I actually dreamt about it last night and have penned out a draft below.
D said you weren’t the brightest bulb, but I didn’t think you were this stupid. How long does he have to ignore you before you get the hint. It’s over. What happened happened. He told you not to call, not to text, not to come by. And for God’s sake, don’t have your mother stop by. Do you know how desperate and pathetic that looks? Tell me, how is mommy dearest? Are she and C still swinging? D used to tell me about how she would talk about their adventures at the office. I can see where you came from. It appears the skank doesn’t fall far from the tree.
When we went to your wedding, I got a kick at what a cunt you were to me. My husband and I felt bad for your husband to be as we both knew you offered to call off the wedding if my husband would go out with you. But he wanted me and told you to marry Stephen. Poor Steve, he didn’t know you were settling to him, a meal ticket, because the one you ‘loved’ D, loved me. And D brought me to your wedding. We were secretly laughing about it the whole time and got a great picture of us kissing. Poor Stephen, he filed for divorce when you had been telling everyone, including my husband what a horrible husband he was; cheap, a lousy father and he only had a little dick. Maybe his dick wasn’t that little, maybe it just felt that way because you let yourself turn into a fat slob.
It was so thoughtful of you to send that lovely music mix, ‘it’s a great year for music’. When we played it and got to Swalla, my husband said, ‘why did she send that? She doesn’t swallow.’
The friendship is over Kimba. Reconciliation 101 states 2 main conditions regarding the AP (that’s you, affair partner) – No contact and full disclosure to the spouse. Every text, every call, every visit to the office. He tells me. I revel in your desperation. I enjoy how pathetic you are. You told my husband I’d never get over it, but you’re the one who hasn’t and that knowledge is so satisfying. Seeing you wallow in your misery gives me immense pleasure. Seeing your inability to move on warms my heart.
No more legal advice for you skank, hire C. F. for you personal injury needs. Call your white trash enabling friend Anna to set you up with an attorney from her office when your contractor is screwing you out of money. My husband is no longer on your retainer.
It’s been nice reminiscing, but as my husband is done with you, so am I – and the kids are as well. They know who you are and WHAT you are – herpes whore. You sent my husband a text saying ‘you said your wife was psycho, is this one of her moments?’ Fact is, my son saw your ‘like’ on my H’s FB page and said, ‘WTF is SHE doing here.’ No one in this family, including my husband wants anything to do with you.
Move the fuck on. Get a life you pathetic skank and stay out of our lives. No contact. No calls, no texts, no visits. Otherwise you will continue to give me the amusement of watching you suffer. Karma baby. God is letting me watch…
I thought about the few words I texted Saturday night and perhaps it will scare her off for a bit. Hopefully she hasn’t blocked my number and I will have the opportunity to send this text.