Well, there's so much to write I don't even know where to begin. First off, all those things I said about him trying in my last post, yeah they were all an act. I caught him with another chick last week. They claim they didn't sleep together but I'm not stupid. When I caught him he knew he was in trouble so I told him to leave. Later that day obviously panicked, he came home and asked me to marry him ring and all. He told me the same bullshit story, that it would never happen again. Fast forward to five days later.....
The day started out like any other, I woke up and remembered that Mr. Energy had done laundry at like six am. I assumed that he had brought it back up to the house for me to hang on the line. It was now around ten and not a piece of clothing in sight. So I called him and they were still down in the washer. Four hours later. I was pissed. I hate the fact that everything always has to be his way or done on his time. Total bullshit. I never have a say or my own voice. Both are totally gone. So I did what I always do when I'm pissed at him and he's not home, I called him up.
Instantly I start screaming and he screams back calling me lazy. My response was automatic. "Fuck you," I said and hung up. I refused to call him the rest of the day. When it came time for him to arrive home I wasn't surprised when he didn't. Since he's always sneaking around I GPS him and he had gone to get his car. That explained it. An hour later I checked again and he was back at the shop. I figured that they must be fixing the alternator. But an hour after that when he still wasn't home I checked once more. He was at the Belmont.
Now at first, I didn't think anything of it since we had friends that had an apartment there. But when I spoke to one of them they said they hadn't seen or spoken to him since earlier in the day. All I could do was shake my head. I had called him a few times and he didn't answer, and then shut off his phone. the same thing he had done back in January when I caught him red-handed cheating. I couldn't fucking believe it. He is fucking doing this to me again after proposing to me five days before. WTF. I can't say I was shocked because back in January when he cheated he came home from her house and made love to me within an hour. Talk about low. And I didn't even know he had cheated yet. Anyway, I instantly knew what was going on. That son of a bitch was cheating again. Back in January, I cried myself to sleep for literally weeks after I caught him. I felt like my whole world was falling apart right in front of my eyes. My heart was totally crushed. But this time I didn't feel anything. Not one single emotion. I didn't even care. I knew I was done and I was sticking to it. Who knows how many others he's slept with in the last four years. Fucking gross. So I sent him a text letting him know I knew and what a piece of shit he was and after taking a Xanax I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke and he still wasn't home. I wasn't surprised. It was around eleven and after looking I saw he was at work. He had sent me a text denying shit and telling me I had no idea what he had gone through the night before. Uh, yeah I did. But I'm sure my version is gonna be different. I told him that I knew what he did and that all his shit would be outside. When he came home a couple hours later he gave me some story that he was with friends. Yeah, ok. I refused to let him in the house but he broke in through the front door that he had previously broken the last time we fought. Some nerve he has. A few hours later I still couldn't get him to leave. He came into the bedroom and fell asleep on the bed. I went to the couch, but not without grabbing his phone. After all, I do pay the bill. Going through his phone I found a number that looked familiar and that he called frequently after I told him to leave. It was listed under the name Ray. So in my style, I called. Of course, it was a chick. I asked her if she knew him and no was the reply I got. I further asked her if she had bought a car recently and she said she did and that she vaguely remembered someone by that name. I hung up the phone and called her right back when I knew she was lying. All she could muster out was "I'm so sorry, I didn't know about you." "Well, of course, you didn't. No woman ever does." I told her that I wasn't upset with her and we talked for a while. She was also going through hard times and I even offered to let her stay here a couple days if she needed a place to lay her head. She seemed dumbfounded and couldn't believe that I was being so nice. Even though she told me right before she lied and said that she wasn't at the hotel with him the night before, I still offered. After all, what would Jesus do?
Today I woke up to him still asleep cozied up in my bed, so washing the sheets were definitely first on my list of thing to do. Still denying everything I called bullshit on him again. This narcissist is good I give you that. But throughout the day it bothered me that this woman lied to me. If she didn't know about me what did she have to fear? It wasn't her fault. So I decided to message her once more. This is what it said, "You know, I was really nice to you. Didn't even rip you a new asshole for fucking around with him. I was calm, gave you advice and even offered to open my home to you...well your boy toy slipped up and confirmed what I already knew but was waiting to see if you would admit it. You were in fact at the Belmont. I could get pissed and threaten you but that's not me. But I will tell you the God hates a liar and Karma always comes full circle. You will get what you deserve and I won't have to say or do another thing......and I ended my text like that. Pretty adult don't ya think?
The day started out like any other, I woke up and remembered that Mr. Energy had done laundry at like six am. I assumed that he had brought it back up to the house for me to hang on the line. It was now around ten and not a piece of clothing in sight. So I called him and they were still down in the washer. Four hours later. I was pissed. I hate the fact that everything always has to be his way or done on his time. Total bullshit. I never have a say or my own voice. Both are totally gone. So I did what I always do when I'm pissed at him and he's not home, I called him up.
Instantly I start screaming and he screams back calling me lazy. My response was automatic. "Fuck you," I said and hung up. I refused to call him the rest of the day. When it came time for him to arrive home I wasn't surprised when he didn't. Since he's always sneaking around I GPS him and he had gone to get his car. That explained it. An hour later I checked again and he was back at the shop. I figured that they must be fixing the alternator. But an hour after that when he still wasn't home I checked once more. He was at the Belmont.
Now at first, I didn't think anything of it since we had friends that had an apartment there. But when I spoke to one of them they said they hadn't seen or spoken to him since earlier in the day. All I could do was shake my head. I had called him a few times and he didn't answer, and then shut off his phone. the same thing he had done back in January when I caught him red-handed cheating. I couldn't fucking believe it. He is fucking doing this to me again after proposing to me five days before. WTF. I can't say I was shocked because back in January when he cheated he came home from her house and made love to me within an hour. Talk about low. And I didn't even know he had cheated yet. Anyway, I instantly knew what was going on. That son of a bitch was cheating again. Back in January, I cried myself to sleep for literally weeks after I caught him. I felt like my whole world was falling apart right in front of my eyes. My heart was totally crushed. But this time I didn't feel anything. Not one single emotion. I didn't even care. I knew I was done and I was sticking to it. Who knows how many others he's slept with in the last four years. Fucking gross. So I sent him a text letting him know I knew and what a piece of shit he was and after taking a Xanax I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke and he still wasn't home. I wasn't surprised. It was around eleven and after looking I saw he was at work. He had sent me a text denying shit and telling me I had no idea what he had gone through the night before. Uh, yeah I did. But I'm sure my version is gonna be different. I told him that I knew what he did and that all his shit would be outside. When he came home a couple hours later he gave me some story that he was with friends. Yeah, ok. I refused to let him in the house but he broke in through the front door that he had previously broken the last time we fought. Some nerve he has. A few hours later I still couldn't get him to leave. He came into the bedroom and fell asleep on the bed. I went to the couch, but not without grabbing his phone. After all, I do pay the bill. Going through his phone I found a number that looked familiar and that he called frequently after I told him to leave. It was listed under the name Ray. So in my style, I called. Of course, it was a chick. I asked her if she knew him and no was the reply I got. I further asked her if she had bought a car recently and she said she did and that she vaguely remembered someone by that name. I hung up the phone and called her right back when I knew she was lying. All she could muster out was "I'm so sorry, I didn't know about you." "Well, of course, you didn't. No woman ever does." I told her that I wasn't upset with her and we talked for a while. She was also going through hard times and I even offered to let her stay here a couple days if she needed a place to lay her head. She seemed dumbfounded and couldn't believe that I was being so nice. Even though she told me right before she lied and said that she wasn't at the hotel with him the night before, I still offered. After all, what would Jesus do?
Today I woke up to him still asleep cozied up in my bed, so washing the sheets were definitely first on my list of thing to do. Still denying everything I called bullshit on him again. This narcissist is good I give you that. But throughout the day it bothered me that this woman lied to me. If she didn't know about me what did she have to fear? It wasn't her fault. So I decided to message her once more. This is what it said, "You know, I was really nice to you. Didn't even rip you a new asshole for fucking around with him. I was calm, gave you advice and even offered to open my home to you...well your boy toy slipped up and confirmed what I already knew but was waiting to see if you would admit it. You were in fact at the Belmont. I could get pissed and threaten you but that's not me. But I will tell you the God hates a liar and Karma always comes full circle. You will get what you deserve and I won't have to say or do another thing......and I ended my text like that. Pretty adult don't ya think?