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)
Now I’m not one for social media; not even with my other three pregnancies did I have this much free time on my hands to be posting shit all day, every day, but because I knew that stalker bitch was living only for my updates, I did my best to fill her quota.
Friends and family, not knowing what was going on, engaged in the comments and drove that knife deeper into her cold, black heart. Justin took the kids out so I could rest today. Justin rubbed my tummy for an hour, Justin washed my hair. If he sneezed in my house I posted it, but since he was now following me as well, I kept it to the truth and relatively lighthearted so that he didn’t know what I was up to.
He was pleased to be getting all these mentions because he was sure ‘Tim’ was seeing them too. His dumb ass is in full-fledged competition with a man that doesn’t exist. Well, for the first few months of their affair, I didn’t know she existed either so we’re even.
Along with that, he’d lost his damn mind. Ever since I told him that the baby might not be his, he’s been on my ass, doing his best to take care of me, as if he was trying to prove that even if the kid wasn’t his by blood, it was still his because he was my husband. I had to remind him at least twice a day that he was not.
I was fighting on two fronts here. Him and her. I tormented her ass online every chance I got without even mentioning her name or acknowledging her existence. I’d done my research, so I knew well in advance how to see who was looking at my posts and when. I knew down to the minute each time she looked at my pages.
I knew I was getting to her because she went back to driving by my house, which worked perfectly in my favor. I, of course, brought this to Justin’s attention; note I didn’t call the law because their part in this was over. She was already on the books for making a nuisance of herself, so one wrong move going forward, and I would have her ass.
But there was a whole other purpose behind me provoking her to do this. I claimed to be afraid for me and my babies, the three that were already here and the one in my tummy. That got him to first start staying over every night, which meant she saw his car each time she went by, and next he called a lawyer to see about taking out a restraining order against her to protect ‘his family.’
Now, why is that important, given that I had already gotten one? Because it was a kind of rejection that came directly from him, something I felt when he left me for her. It was him saying he didn’t want her, that he chose me and his kids. If she didn’t get the message from all those comments he made beneath my posts, then this was the proverbial nail in the coffin.
I could’ve told him that those pieces of paper weren’t going to work because while he was looking for ways to create peace, I was starting a war. I wanted her to endure the hell that I felt each time I had to imagine the two of them together betraying me, hurting me, making me feel like I was less than nothing while I suffered the pain and agony of his betrayal.
Now, when she texted his phone while he was here, I no longer spoke as myself but pretended to be him, and the things I told her were bound to send her stark raving mad, which was kind of my intention.
I’ve been there. Nights when I laid in bed alone, thinking that I was going to lose my mind and barely holding on for the sake of my kids. It was not easy. And all those nights, he was with her. So, when she’d text, I’d answer that I was going back to my wife and kids, that she was the worst mistake of my life, and that she needed to leave me alone so I could fix what she and I had broken.
Mind you, I couldn't give a fig if that’s what he really felt; not once in all this time did I give him a second thought. Why would I? Was he thinking of me when he was ripping my heart to shreds, running around with this skank?
She reminded him about all the fun they’d had and all the plans they’d made for the future, which I coldly and precisely cut down. I reminded her that I loved my wife and kids and wanted nothing to do with her ever again.