Let’s just say I’m making this up….a story…a dream…it’s not true. I am just writing a fiction novel here…..
Licking old wounds is the name of this “fictional” story. For those of you who know me…well you just think what you want….
Yesterday I had sort of a “run in” with someone that held a big hand in destroying my marriage. Let’s call her “Cindy.” Well Cindy happened to be my former husbands mistress. I used to also call her the Hattiesburg Hag.
After my husband walked out on me, taking his little daughter that I had raised full time for 6 years, he took up with Cindy. Cindy had money and “status”. Maybe when my husband first met Cindy, she didn’t know he was married, but she sure knew a few weeks later and it didn’t stop her from moving in with my husband. Cindy took over the job of raising my step-daughter Lori, and was my husband’s so called “partner in crime” against me, the nasty old wife.
I called Cindy when of this was happening and she made statements to me like, “why would you want to stay married to a man who didn’t want you?” and “I am just Lori’s nanny”.
Needles to say, I hated her guts. Cindy aka the Hattiesburg Hag stole my husband and step-daughter without batting an eyelash. My husband told her horrible things about me, (of course, none was true) and stories that my own daughter, Rachelle, was poisoning the mind of my step-daughter, Lori. I guess when you are screwing around with someone else’s husband, it’s easy to believe all of the garbage that they tell you.
My beloved husband, and that’s not a joke, I really loved him, went on to divorce me and traipse all over the world with Cindy, his Amazon (she was 2 inches taller than him) botox filled “classy” homewrecker, who had no conscience, whatsover that she helped ruined someones marriage.
Oh don’t get me wrong, my husband was unforgivable, a cheater, a true cad. However, instead of walking away from this charming piece of crap who belonged to me, she latched on to him like a hungry dog eating a a pork chop.
Cindy proclaimed to the world that she was saving my step-daughter from the evils of me and my children. Cindy and my now “ex” husband went to church every Sunday to show how worthy they were as parents. Hello, Cindy, he is still married to me!! At one point, they threw my step-daughter into a boarding school for behavioral problems, only because she was acting out. Lori missed me, because I was the only Mom she had known for most of her life. Her real Mom, whom I’ll call Kathi, was battling her own demons, alcholism and drug abuse. Kathi was is jail off and on for years and I helped my ex-husband get full custody of Lori by petitioning the court over and over again.
At this time when Cindy had her claws into my ex-husband, I was learning to have to pick up the pieces of my life. I had foolishly given up my own family (not really) for this man. This man who would promise he would never leave me.
And I did. But wait!!!There was trouble in paradise….
The whole irony of the deal with my ex-husband and Cindy was that I found out that he was cheating with her the whole time he was with her. That’s the law of “what goes around, come’s around.” So within two years, the beautiful, classy, botox bitch was dumped. Just like I was. But Cindy prefers to tell the world that she left my ex-husband, because he was abusive to her. She says she was the only one that ever left HIM and he begged her to stay.
What a crock of you know what.
Needless to say, the universe made sure that justice was served.
Months after the split up of the dynamic duo, I wrote Cindy a letter, letting her know that I knew. I guess I should of let it alone, but I suffered way too long to let that “classy” whore think that I wouldn’t find out. Childish, you may say, immature, yes, but I feel she deserved the “I told you so,” from me.
We ended up speaking on the phone. After we spoke a few minutes, she convinced me that she was a “sweet” victim of my ex-husband. She went on and on and was very cordial towards me. Could I have been wrong about the woman who cost me millions of dollars? The woman who could care less about my feelings for a little girl that I claimed as my own? I bought in to her story of my ex sweeping her off her feet and how she didn’t know he was married. I just plain forgave her for helping wreck my marriage.
Months later, after comparing notes on the bastard, we became internet friends. We socialized intermittenly online.There were always nasty words spoken about the ex and we commiserated on “how lucky we were” not to be with him. And that the young woman he married nearly half his age, will find out what he’s like so soon.
Recently, one of my ex’es former employees, called me and told me the real truth about what happened to me. Remember, I was blind-sided, I didn’t see it coming when my husband walked out on me and filed for divorce.
This man told me that my husband cheated on me with Cindy, and then proceeded to cheat on Cindy, from the get-go. One girl he was with was a crystal meth user and shot up with needles. The other girl was a divorced bartender from the city he was living in. When I heard this, I was amazed. This guy sure got around. I was especially glad to be gone from him.
I contemplated telling my new-found sistah internet friend, but thought it may upset her. However, she continually rubbed it in my face saying that “she left him” and he “begged her to stay” Outright bull. So the last time that I heard her story, I decided maybe she needed to be told that he was cheating, simply because she should take an aids test. Of course, I found some slight pleasure in letting the “classy hag” that she was cheated on, too. Remember, this woman laughed in the background when I was calling my husband and pleading with him to come home and save our marriage. Whatever. But this woman seemed very nice to me lately, and she portrayed such a facade that I was totally truly caring that she could be harboring some evil disease that my ex could give her.
So I wrote her a letter, letting her know about his former escapades while with her. Cindy repeatedly said that she didn’t care about my ex and she broke up with him, blah, blah blah. So I believed her. I thought she should know he was screwing a needle using drug addict.
Needless to say, she wasn’t delighted that I let her know. Cindy, now re-known as the Hattiesburg Hag wrote me a LONG dissertation about all the evils she heard about me from the cad. Whatever, Cindy. Cindy wrote to me of how my daughter was turning Lori into a Gothic fan, when the opposite was true. Lori had a friend name Cerrah that was into Gothic and I forbade Lori to be with her and her father overruled me. Cindy wrote that I never took Loni to church-oh yes I did, but her father never liked any of the churches I took her to, so that was the end of that.
Cindy only knows me from the word of the spawn of the devil, which is my ex. Obviously, she was really upset hearing about my ex-husbands indescretions and start spewing out evil of her own toward me. I was truly worried that she may have an STD or aids.
Cindy has broken up our internet friendship. LOL. I want to publicly say, Sorry, Cindy. I really thought you didn’t care about the ex…remember YOU broke up with him…whatever….have a great life…and do me a favor, don’t mess with married men, it never works out.
all the BEST,
BLB
PS…….So stick it in your ear, Cindy, aka Hattiesburg Hag….:)
