Shining Light on the Cockroaches

So there I am, embraced by my best friend just crying my eyes out. All four of her girls including my daughter standing there just looking at us perplexed. My daughter immediately says to me, “What has he done to you?”. She is well aware that her father can be a cruel prick sometimes and it wasn’t the first time he has made me cry but she had no idea the scope of the situation. I couldn’t tell her because I could not stop crying to get any words out. That is when she apparently called her dad to ask what was going on. He played it down (of course) by telling her, “Mum is mad at me for talking to an old girlfriend”.

I composed myself long enough to be able to take my daughter to her doctors appointment. On the ride there, my husband kept trying to call me on my cell but I just ignored his calls. My daughter finally picked up my phone and told him to stop calling me and that I was too upset to talk with him. After her appointment, I drove her home but I did not enter the house. My husband was at the front door and I just let my daughter out and drove away.

I went back to my friends house and made a few phone calls. I wanted to shine light on this affair and watch the cockroaches scatter. An affair thrives in secrecy. Bringing it to light I hoped would destroy it or at least cripple it. I called my mum to tell her what had just happened. With all that was going on with my Dad, she obviously was very upset. I also called my husband’s parents to inform them of their son’s affair. They were very supportive and his Dad was none too pleased with his son’s behavior. My last phone call was to his whore. She did not answer her phone but I calmly but firmly left her a voice mail that said, “I know of your affair with my husband. If you call or text him again, I will tell your husband everything”.

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The Discovery

My husband had befriended his ex (lets call her the Portuguese whore) on Facebook. I did take notice and was leery at first. I didn’t see any exchanges between them for almost a whole year and I didn’t get that sixth sense that something was going on. It wasn’t until November of 2010 when out of no where, their exchanges on Facebook had become active. Some of the exchanges had underlying sexual innuendos as they reminisced about things that were obviously a part of their past history together. I brought this to my husbands attention to which he agreed was not cool and defriended her from Facebook.

 

It wasn’t long till he friended her back on Facebook. I didn’t say anything to him about this. I simply sat back and observed what they were saying and paid attention to his actions and body language. I would notice him at his computer with his phone on his leg face down. I would see his phone light up when he had an incoming message. He would not look at his phone when I was in the room. He would go to the bathroom and spend a good 5 to 10 minutes in there. That is when I suspected he was texting her. I checked our phone records and sure enough, within just a months time span, thousands of messages back and forth between the two and some phone calls.

 

I still didn’t let him know that I knew. More spying was to be done and I raked over his computers history. While I couldn’t find full conversations between the two, I did find enough message snippets between them that clearly told a story that their exchanges were anything but innocent. She was calling him her sweet prince (gag) and “I love you’s” were exchanged between the two. Talks of a possible meet up in the future (there are 6 states between us). Them telling each other that they “need” each other.

 

Now as if this discovery wasn’t stressful enough, my Dad had fell ill and was septic and on his death bed. I was miles and miles away and couldn’t be there for him. What a fucking prince right? Wife is stressed over Dad so let me go fucking cheat on her. Fuck You Asshole! I decided to gather even more evidence before confronting him. I’m usually good at keeping my cool. I learned he talked with her on my Birthday and they texted on Thanksgiving. What a guy!

 

One day I was wrapping Christmas presents while he was at work and my daughter had spent the night over a friends house, he called me from work all happy go lucky and asked me what I was doing. I just frigin lost it. I mean LOST it! I don’t remember much of the conversation but I remember calling him some choice words and just screaming at him. He told me he was on his way home and I told him not to bother that I wouldn’t be here when he got home. I got into my car and left. I had to pick my daughter up from her best friends house that day because she had a doctors appointment. Her best friend’s mom just also happens to be my best friend. I got there, looked at my friend and just broke down crying.