This old prune started by carrying on a phone affair with my fiancé every day while I was at work. He and I were going through some struggles, and she fully utilized these hard times to become an opportunist. After only three or so weeks of long-distance, low IQ, poorly spelled texting and non-current pic sharing, she decided to “surprise” him with a visit to our hometown while I was at work. He was drinking just enough to oblige her (and no, I’m not making excuses for him. This post, however, is about this saggy, pathetic home wrecker who doesn’t have enough substance to draw an available partner). When I returned home from work that Friday afternoon, he was vanished. He remained that way until late the following morning. As it turns out, he met her at a local cheap restaurant and continued chugging the heavy liquor until she was visually acceptable. She jumped behind the wheel of his truck and the two of them went together to our lake house. He showed her around, they spent some time at the dock, and she left her cheap Peach-a-Rita can there (which is now all that’s there since I’ve moved my furniture out, thank you very much, you wh*re). She got behind the wheel again, drove him to her local home, and put out for him. In all of his groveling and apologies to me, he SAYS he doesn’t remember it. I feel like… if all you’re going to amount to in life is a shady, 50 year old wh*re, you ought to at least be good enough at it to be memorable? Because devastating the five years and two kids I invested isn’t an accomplishment. Flying under the radar…. or THINKING you’re doing so for upwards of half a century…. well for a free wh*re, that’s something, but as of now, you’re failing at that as well. I was going to say nothing. I kept telling him I was going to deal with you directly. I was going to make sure you were aware of the damage you caused by entertaining a man who has a woman and kids at home. But his response to me was, “Tammie doesn’t care! She has a boyfriend who is MARRIED!” So I thought I’d be more proactive. Whomever your boyfriend’s wife is already suspects you. She needs to be certain about what you are, and EVERYTHING you’re not, that you clearly envy. They say old ******* can’t learn new tricks, but I hope whatever is so empty in you heals… or gets sewn shut.
