Finally Looking
So, how did I finally burst the boil that was this festering question on my husband's honesty? The Whore did it for me! One day while scrolling through Facebook I decided to wander over to my husband's account and see his recent posts. To my total shock the top post was one the Whore posted and tagged him in. It was of the two of them with two other men (one I knew) enjoying a beer while he was supposedly at a weekend getaway with his (all male) car friends. As usual, I stewed on it for a while before acting on it. What I mean by "stewed" was alternate between, "YOU LYING, CHEATING BASTARD" and, I'm sure there's a very reasonable explanation to this picture (HA! Oh, how I lied to myself!).
I drove down the street to the apartment that I had the address to that I KNEW belonged to the Whore no matter what he said. And as I drove up I saw his car. My heart positively sank. Here was the solid proof of so many of his lies. What's a girl to do at this point? Why, she parks next to his car and waits for the cheating bastard to show his face.
Because I know how stupid and weak and excusing I've been of him in the past, I text Vivi to let her know what is going on. I knew if I didn't immediately share this I would not have been strong enough to face what was right in front of me. I'd been an idiot that way up until then. I'll forever be grateful for those texts. They kept me on track and firm.
After two hours he finally came out of her apartment. What a storm cloud face he had! Oh, this man was PISSED that I sat outside waiting for him to come out. Why didn't I just take pictures and confront him later? Because he would have told me a story of how he just stopped for a second to drop something off or that it wasn't her apartment or some such lie. I needed for him to look me in the eye when he came out so he KNEW I knew he was with some nasty Whore. When he got in his car I realized he had a freaking parking pass on his car for the complex. Um, yeah, no, don't tell me your lies you pig!
I drove down the street to the apartment that I had the address to that I KNEW belonged to the Whore no matter what he said. And as I drove up I saw his car. My heart positively sank. Here was the solid proof of so many of his lies. What's a girl to do at this point? Why, she parks next to his car and waits for the cheating bastard to show his face.
Because I know how stupid and weak and excusing I've been of him in the past, I text Vivi to let her know what is going on. I knew if I didn't immediately share this I would not have been strong enough to face what was right in front of me. I'd been an idiot that way up until then. I'll forever be grateful for those texts. They kept me on track and firm.
After two hours he finally came out of her apartment. What a storm cloud face he had! Oh, this man was PISSED that I sat outside waiting for him to come out. Why didn't I just take pictures and confront him later? Because he would have told me a story of how he just stopped for a second to drop something off or that it wasn't her apartment or some such lie. I needed for him to look me in the eye when he came out so he KNEW I knew he was with some nasty Whore. When he got in his car I realized he had a freaking parking pass on his car for the complex. Um, yeah, no, don't tell me your lies you pig!
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