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)
I watched for weeks and she and them fought back and forth on social media and didn’t say one word. Justin never got the chance to grovel because I didn’t give him one. There was always a mediator in the room when we met with our lawyers because I refused to acknowledge his presence; he was dead to me. When it came to custody, there is an app for that so there was no need for words spoken between us at any given time unless it was an emergency with one of my kids.
At this point, Daisy Dukes hadn’t bothered with me; that started after the divorce when I walked away with everything. That’s when the phone calls and the passive-aggressive social media posts started.
I used that shit to fire up my workout routine. I put my muscles through hell from the anger that ensued each time that hag called my phone or sent another message.
You might ask yourself why I didn’t just block her. By then, I had my plan in place; the plan had been written right along with my plans for divorce. I channeled all my anger and rage into planning how I was going to make the two of them pay for hurting me and my babies.
I never said a cross word to him after the day I asked for the divorce; every time he came to pick up the kids I was personable but always too busy for chitchat. All the while, I was getting my body back in shape and giving up my mommy clothes for more fashionable wear. Nothing flashy, mind you. But I know my ass looks good in jeans, not to mention the many times I just so happened to be coming back from mommy and me yoga class with the baby while the others were with the babysitter I’d hired for a few evenings a week.
I was cold and reserved with him, something I knew burned his ass, but friendly and pleasant to others. I didn’t do anything that would get my ass locked up when he started bringing the hag with him for pickup. I guess that was his response to me rejecting him when he lost his mind and hit on me one day.
I gave him such a look that day that no words were needed. He saw revulsion and disgust instead of love and devotion. I know he saw it from the way he stepped back from me, as if I’d stabbed him in his core.
I guess he started to change with her the way he had with me, and she was getting frustrated and that’s why she popped off at my kids in front of me. When she called Jason to her that day, it hurt me to the core, but when my boy ignored her and came to his mama for a goodbye kiss, it was all better.
I guess that was too much for her, and she found herself trying to discipline my child. “You don’t talk to my children like that. He doesn’t have to greet you if he doesn’t want to.”
“Is that how you’re raising your kids? Not to have respect for their elders?”
I got close to her so my kids wouldn’t hear what I had to say. “No, but they don’t have to respect the mangy dog who destroyed their home.” I knew that would provoke her to violence, especially since Justin wasn’t doing anything to stop me.
So, when she reached out to slap me, I was ready for it and ended up tripping her with my foot, so she ended up on her ass. Her embarrassment didn’t end there, though, because I called the cops right away even though her asshole boyfriend was in my ear, begging me not to. He didn’t realize that if he gave me a reason, I would’ve called them on his ass too.
That’s how I got her trespassed from my place, and it was the first step in my game plan. After that, each time Justin came to pick up the kids I was sure to be looking my best. This jackass didn’t realize that it was thanks to the babysitter he'd refused to hire that I was able to have a moment to myself to put on some makeup and get myself together.
I no longer gave him the cold shoulder, but I didn’t just lay down and spread my legs for him either; I made him work for that shit before putting it on him, then sent him home to her with my scent on his dick. He knew very well how to get rid of hers when he came home to me, so I’m sure he figured it out.
But his pickup times kept getting longer and longer, and I knew she was getting in his ass for that just as I wanted to when he crawled into my house later and later after the workday that had ended hours earlier with his sob stories.