Kashmir Hill — New York, New York

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De When I first met my husband he was the man of my dreams. We were engager after a month, pregnant by 3 months, and married by 6 months. After the first month of being married to Aaron Krolik, found out that he was a registered *** offender, He never told me this from the start, and this was found out by his probation officer. He cried said he was going to tell me the truth but he said he was afraid I will leave him that was the reason he never told me. I had asked him what he did to become a *** offender and he told me it was over watching dirty videos. But when I did some looking on the internet it says he raped a 9-year-old child. But when I told him what I had found, he says the website had entered the wrong information about him. a few weeks later I found out from his friend James that his ex-girlfriend had a 9-year old that he had raped when she was at work. To make a long story short I still stayed with him. We had a beautiful baby boy after being together a little after a year. Things were rough during the first year… I can’t pinpoint the time this affair with Kashmir Hill and my husband Aaron Krolik started BUT I can tell the approximate date it got very physical. She was his friend from work, my husband is a Journalist at The New York Times. I guess she did *** on the side as well as getting with men for money and ***, even though she is a homewrecker. When my husband started ******* after her is about the time she was ending a relationship with another married man (her friend’s husband no less). Her friend and her husband were smart and left for culinary school in New York before he could be infected with her HPV, which she doesn’t mind spreading. Later, she told my husband that she “doesn’t worry” about her HPV. Apparently, she doesn’t mind spreading it either as she has unprotected *** with men outside her marriage. During the time of my husband and this home wrecker’s courtship, she was also exploring her naked side and told her husband that he couldn’t satisfy that side of her and she went on to try to sucker in some other married man to spread more of her vile disease.

In 2020, my husband had to stop working due to his gall bladder issues. Not only did this serve to drain away our savings, but my husband used all of that free time to write a book while on FaceTime with this homewrecker. I was working while they would spend up to 10 hours a day on the phone, and if he were to get off of the phone, the home-wrecker would throw a PMS style fit.

Over the course of the summer, she began to act differently towards my husband. I would say the first move was one morning when my husband called early and she was still in bed. She answered the phone from bed and my husband said he was glad that she was dressed when she answered. She said she was from the waist up, jokingly my husband said he’d like to see it. She turned the camera around and even in the dark of her room you could see her panties and her bare legs.

Between April and June 2020, she began sharing hand signals to hide communication from her spouse and my husband. She started telling him that fate kept them apart, She discussed how their feelings would affect their marriages. She was of the opinion that things were falling apart with Aaron Krolik and that she wondered whether or not my husband would be better for her than he was to me. She wondered if she was in her marriage for the money since she was a broke Journalist living rent-free in her grandma’s ghetto condo with a man who was getting fat and ugly.

She would often be jealous of any time that my husband wants to spend time with me or his other friends or become upset if my husband wanted to leave right away instead of FaceTiming with her before leaving. Not wanting to upset her, my husband would put off more times than not to FaceTime, and most times I would let them without complaint. I was a very wonderful and trusting wife. This went on all the way through me quitting my job, at which point my husband had to be more secretive to keep his relationship under wraps.

They were going to spend a fun-filled weekend at my mother’s until I missed my bus at the Greyhound and had to take the car. My husband, high most of the time, was paranoid that I may pop in since I had the car then the date was canceled. The homewrecker sent out text messages after saying how upset she was when I had to take the car because I missed my bus. That was because she planned on possibly visiting my husband and even then knowing it would most likely end up having ***. Then as my husband was getting ready to quit his job, I went to my mother’s again a few days early to get the house in order and get our renter moved out. It might have been the second day or so after I was gone when the home wrecker and my husband began masturbating over the phone with one another. They lamented over the phone as it all came to an end, saying that maybe once he was out in-store things would be different, and maybe they could meet after all. At that point though, he knew that if they saw each other again it was going to lead to *** again.

My husband went to work creating his home office to continue writing his stories for The New York Times and trying to arrange a space that would allow privacy for FaceTiming. When I was spending time in the office, she’d get angry with my husband for allowing me to be in there or to cause any interruptions. She began getting angry and hanging up on him if he stopped to smile at me or pay attention to me. The homewrecker began sending pictures/videos to a secret email, including: -An email telling him that she sent me my copy of his book back to him with special things hidden in it like love notes (which my husband found annoying as he wanted REAL feedback) The riskier the behavior my husband and the home wrecker exhibited, the more she responded.

It wasn’t until I got my second job that actual planning to meet with her took place. The day before she was supposed to come over my husband asked her about bringing protection; she told him she’d bring protection, though she didn’t use condoms, she used a sponge. She got there around 9am, went inside to smoke, and started removing each other’s’ clothing. They moved from the office to the couch where they had *** for the first time that day. Afterwards, they turned on the TV to watch some movie got some food to eat in the kitchen. While in the kitchen they began kissing again and began having *** on the countertop. They went from there to the bedroom to finish having *** on the bed. They moved back to the couch to resume watching TV, which eventually lead to them having *** there again. Finally, they had *** in the shower before she left.

De Over the next few days in between the first and second time they met up, there were many text messages. She went to Colorado during this time and they didn’t have as many chances to speak. They still exchanged emails on their private emails while she was gone and spoke over FaceTime. They made plans to meet at our home again as she arrived back in town from Colorado on that following Monday.

She arrived after my husband dropped me off at work that day. My husband called her just after leaving me at work and arranged to open the garage a few minutes before she arrived. When she arrived they kissed and went inside to smoke. She moved down his chest to his shorts, pulled them down and then she went down on him for a few minutes. She stopped and grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the bedroom, climbed on top of him and started having ***. Then they watch a movie and then had *** again on the couch. Towards the end of the movie they ended up having *** one more time. Not too long after they had *** once more in the shower.

Since drugs made my husband a paranoid person, he had reserved the nights for me, something he has not done in years. He found that he really enjoyed being with me and things had been getting better for us (in his eyes only, I only knew this kind of marriage; the home wrecker put bad thoughts in his head). The same day the home wrecker was in my house we made love, and on the Thursday of that week, we made love again, but this time it was so exhausting that he fell asleep for the entire night. He forgot to text goodnight to the home wrecker, and I guess she was **** hurt. My husband ended up exposing me to HPV because that homewrecker did not tell him about it. But, in 2020, I was one of the first women under 27 to take the new HPV vaccine. I was not affected by the STD, fortunately. But my husband did inform her about his other strain of HPV, but she was not worried by it, as he says. My husband is at fault too. He did not inform her of oral herpes that she could have received. I am not sure if that can turn into genital herpes, but that is why my husband does not go down on me. I’d rather be herpes-free thank you.

Anyways, back to the text, he forgot to send. When the home wrecker asked him why he didn’t text her goodnight the previous night my husband told her the truth. My husband told the home wrecker that we had been together and she seemed very hurt by the fact that my husband was with me at all. So the length and tone of their conversations turned colder, and she sent an email to him that night telling him she couldn’t believe that he slept with me. The following day she told him that she needed to be with someone else, someone else to have *** with, and to keep her company when my husband wasn’t available. My husband told her that he understood and that she should do whatever she needs to do, which only angered her even more since my husband didn’t seem to care.

De Even though she was upset with him, she agreed to meet again the following week, telling him that she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to at that point. It was the weekend of our pre-anniversary, and my husband made plans to meet with her the Monday after our anniversary which was Saturday. Our actual anniversary was a week later.

My husband spent the entire day with me, my husband was attentive and romantic, and enjoyed the entire day with me. Monday, he dreaded, was a day for ***, what he realized was *** and just ***. He felt obligated.

After my husband dropped me off at work on Monday, he contacted her. She had stayed the weekend with her husband at her grandparent’s condo. She came over that day, smoked, watched TV, but they didn’t finish the whole bowl before they got undressed and had *** there. Shortly into the TV show, they were watching they moved to have *** in the kitchen, just after eating, and moved to finish in the bedroom. They ate some dessert, occasionally feeding each other and which lead to having *** yet again on the couch. After resting a while they decided to have *** in the shower. It’s funny how she thinks *** can make a husband leave his wife. If all she does is try to manipulate my husband with *** (like saying that she is going to find someone else to be with at night, as if my husband cares), she has another thing coming. She is just a one-trick pony, whose attitude gets old. One day she will realize that she is getting old, ugly, with fewer and fewer friends. But whatever, everybody has to ride the town bicycle at least once before they burn it for scrap.

As his relationship with the home wrecker intensified over time, her text messages became more frequent and risky, especially since I found sour cream in my fridge and my husband made some excuse that he thought it was cream cheese, both of which he hates. I wanted to borrow my husband’s phone and he practically flew across the bed to check it before letting me have it to ensure it was free of messages from her. I asked him what he was doing and my husband didn’t have any excuses for his behavior. Then I confronted him about it. That’s when my husband denied everything and instead he told me that our marriage was ending and how it was my fault. My husband spent three hours convincing me there were problems in our marriage, and how they were the reason it was ending. My husband didn’t want to face the responsibility of being a cheater and a liar, and so blaming me and breaking it off without telling the truth was his escape. I stood there in with no expression because he was lying; we didn’t have a bad marriage, we always got along, and we were nice to each other, we were a team. What he was saying was completely false and I was wondering how he was telling me all these things that simply did not exist. It was like he started to believe the lies she was telling him. I guess you can compare it to hearing your husband say that the lives of cartoon characters are real. They may be able to tell each other that this fantasy world, where I am evil and they are star crossed lovers, is real; but telling it to a person, who is not part of this fantasy world, seem kind of stupid. He cried for a long time while I stood there listening, no tears. Crying is the only thing he could do because all his lies sounded ridiculous. He was trying to tell me that we had a bad marriage? There was no evidence! Of course the home wrecker wanted to believe that and even fed into it as her feeling got stronger. But there was no evil done on my side. There was no 5 year rule, there were no sanctions. In fact, he made it so that I never spoke to her directly. She didn’t even try to holler at me with any questions. If she did, they were intercepted. My husband always got the mail, knew all of my passwords. He created this world that was completely false, and she intensified the hate as well.

De I told my husband that if we were breaking up, then I thank him for being honest and that even though I wasn’t the woman for him, he was still a good man and stayed faithful, and for that I respected him. Even at the end I was civil. Imagine that coming from a “bad wife.” My husband couldn’t take it anymore. That is when he admitted my husband had already cheated. And begun telling me the story I said up to this point.

After he admitted his infidelity, he was terrified (mind you that he made me to be a beast in his head). Suddenly my husband was face to face with what he had been ignoring for too long: the consequences of his actions. The fear my husband felt inside of him was peaking, not just because his lies were becoming unraveled, but because he knew that it was me he really loved and really wanted to be with and now it unclear if that was ever going to be possible. I held him and he told me that he choose me. I told him to meet with this home wrecker once more, in person, to tell her the truth, but little did I know the final piece.

He texted something in the middle of the night, I guess it was to tell her to meet. She ended blaming me for a text she said I sent, but I sent no text to her! In fact I only emailed her once way later to tell her that she deserves to be loved, but no response, so I guess we’re not friends. Whatever. I tried.

She even gave him an out when he called her, saying if my husband was sending a letter to her, just skip it and not bother. He told her that he had to see her in person. What he didn’t tell her is that he wanted to seek revenge on the way he felt when she left him after work. She ended up believing that the reason why they could not be together was that she didn’t want it. Just like when he left work and sent her a letter telling her that they are not friends, he thought it was his fault (full circle). He kissed her on his way out with his fake tears, which he does often. She told him to just go, and he left her without looking back.

De She later tried to send him songs through Spotify asking him where he is. Then she tried sending him drugs with a note saying that her husband is willing to share her. Then she tried sending him emails but his emails were shut down. Then she tried texting him calling him her love, but he just erased it and changed his phone number. Then she tried Facebooking him, but she fell into the spam folder and he didn’t actually get it until a month later and ended up changing his Facebook ID. Then she sends her friend who called me a c*** and said she felt embarrassed for him, whatever that means. Then she sends him a response as supposedly EVERYONE has sent a response to some email they were all communicating in (I wasn’t even copied until the end and I did not write or see any response, just the one she wrote to me at the very end). She said that if she knew I was a good person she would not have done such an evil thing. Well, you know what? Why can’t she just refrain from doing evil things? That makes her an evil person, and not worthy to even be called a person, she is a monster. I am a good person, a good wife, and a good provider. She says that she did not kill anyone or torcher, anyone, for pleasure, but infidelity did kill intimacy and tortured my husband when she had fits. I had no idea what was going on – and I did not stop them from seeing each other, they were friends, which they resented since they say I was the reason why they couldn’t see each other in person. I never made up that rule. He used that excuse to strengthen their hate against me. I had no idea. I don’t mind him seeing his friends, just don’t sleep with them, especially ones who are as dirty as she is. She has slept with over 60 men unprotected, spreading disease. For the last time, 2 weeks later I busted him with her again so this time I was done with him. I kicked him out and now they both are together now and they both work for The New York Times together. After few months I got a call from my mother she said that Kashmir Hill had posted false and slander information about her on the website nytimes.com calling her a terrorist all because I kicked out my ex-husband. they can have each other… gross.