Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
He must’ve mentioned marriage six times a day in the first six months of pregnancy and ramped up the crazy coming on to the last couple of weeks when he thought I was at my weakest. Unbeknownst to him, the nights I made him leave were the nights I took out my playbook to remind myself why I was doing this.
He had no idea that I was still in love with him because I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice, but he couldn’t go ten minutes without professing his love and pleading for forgiveness. I quake each time one of my kids looks me in the eye and asks why Daddy can’t stay. He’s there in the mornings when they wake up, so I don’t see what the problem is. That jackass has been getting into their heads with his nonsense, but I refuse to cave.
My mother-in-law is the only one on my side, apparently, because everyone else seems to think I should forgive and forget. I might forgive him, but no one has yet to show me how the hell I’m supposed to forget that he had a whole-ass affair while I was home raising his kids and keeping his home clean.
Now he’s running around like a husband when all he is, is my fuck buddy. I mentioned that to him once, his new title in my life, and he tried to fuck me into the ether. If not for my big belly getting in the way, who knows what else he would’ve tried to do to me with his dick.
I wasn’t bothered because the more pregnant I am, the hornier I become, so from that day on, I’d torment him with either updates on Tim or reminding him that he wasn’t my husband and had no say in anything I chose to do.
I’ve disappeared a couple more weekends throughout my pregnancy just to make him mental, and it’s been working like a charm. Because he thinks he’s in competition, he’s been going an extra ten miles in everything he does. If I had known that this was all it took, I would’ve had an imaginary boyfriend a long time ago.
As for the cheating fuck bucket he left me for, she’s still on her shit, stalking my socials every damn day like she has nothing better to do. Last month, she showed up at his job again and was turned away by security. One of the employees sent me a video of her losing her shit in the parking lot, and she didn’t look so good.
Someone posted the video online, and I anonymously asked in the comments if the silicone in her tits was leaking; she looked a hot mess. That started a whole conversation going about what else on her was fake. Now, when I say someone posted it I wasn’t being completely honest. I know damn good, and well who posted it.
You see, when it looked like she wouldn’t stop driving by my house and I was getting too big to throw hands if it came to that, I had to find other ways to deal with her. I’m not sure why I hadn’t thought of it sooner, maybe because I was never that interested in her life, but I decided to do some digging into her past and who she was before she became the twat-waffle that interrupted my life. She was so good at that shit I knew there had to be other victims out there.
It was like falling into the deep end of the abyss, let me tell you. It wasn’t as hard as you would imagine, given the lengths she’d gone to to distance herself from her past. What she didn’t count on, I guess, was that although she had changed her last name to her mother’s maiden name, there was still a connection.
I knew where she went to college from her work transcript, which I only had to ask to receive because of my friends in HR, and I took it from there. I wasn’t interested in her academics; I wanted the scoop, so I found others who were there at the same time, visited their socials, and reached out as innocently as I could.
It took weeks but it wasn’t long before I was getting into the meat of this thing. My life wasn’t the first she fucked over, and I found at least two other women who still remembered what she’d done to them and were only too happy to dish the dirt. It was one of these women who posted the video after I shared it with her.
Look, I’m not into bullying anyone, but I hate this woman worse than poison, so I’m not too bent out of shape about it. I shared the video as a way to give those women some of their own back, but the results were even greater than expected, and I don’t mean the comments that her past classmates made to shame her.