Once upon a time...There was this man who came into my life...well actually, he was online and attempted on a few occassions to contact me...I passed him by at first...thought he was just a thug.  Turns out, a thug is better than this individual.


I told him my entire story of abuse, men lying and being deceitful with me about who they really were.  He seemed to be so compassionate and understanding.  Of course he attempted to convince me that "HE" was not like everyother man, or most men that I had been in relationships with.  He really played the part.  Even to the point he thought I needed counseling for what he called "my paranoia" because his relationships with other women were strictly friendships.

Well, I let him go and played along.  However, he wasn't with some uneducated cyberchic.  He now was messing with a veteran of "how to know what to do when you suspect a man of cheating".

I knew he wasn't at work, obviously when he doesn't answer the phone from 6:00 a.m. (leaves the house @ 5:30...work is 10mins away) until everyone else gets in the office at 8:00-9:00 a.m.   His paystubs show how much time off he took..He forgot to throw away receipts (3 glasses of wine, and 4 beers...he said when he came home he only drank three beers the entire night, but when i asked if he needed to keep the receipt I found...he drank all of that!).  Oh, and the fact that I had his email password...his online cell phone account password...kinda helped too!  I would read his emails between him and the married woman (he used to see this woman 8 yrs previously...she had called one day while I was with him to tell him she was getting a divorce).  They were talking about the saturday they had been together, which of course, he had told me he was with "his son"...boy, and he thought he was getting over...I knew all along.  They would talk about which day off work they were going to take and what type of hotel room they would get.  Hilarious!  He would go to the bathroom 10 times during the evening with his phone in his pocket (mind you, this man is 47 yrs old!).  I had to laugh everytime!

He is leaving for Iraq in January, and will be gone until 2010.  He has bad credit, can't get the utilities in his name (they are in mine), but of course he had a story on that too.  He lied to the leasing company and told them we were married so that they would put him as the sole responsible party.  This way he got the ARMY to pay our entire rent on our condo.  Which in reality, he committed fraud! Right?!  I remember the day he did it because he refused to let me be present in the leasing office...hhmmm, good move there buddy!  Thanks!  And I have a witness...smooth!  I'm good, but don't know bout you!  Ahhh, yep, now you see why I let him getaway...or think he is getting away with it.  I'm just like Hillary, a smart business woman!  I bank my money while he is gone, send him copies of the evidence I gathered...and leave him to a condo with no utilities when he returns.  Even though, I could turn him in...he would be kicked outta the army, and lose his job with the Department of Defense Logistics...I dunno about you, but thats even too sweet for me.


He is away at training camp at the moment.  Each day he tells me he is so busy he can't call me, but, I can see by his phone records all the calls and hundreds of text messages he has time for her.  And this woman is FAT!  I'm not jealous at all, I'm just being real.  Dimple bottom married woman almost 50!  Whew...


Anyway, I needed to get this down as a start, cause this is gonna be interesting!

 

Oh,as for me...I was faithful for a year...until two nights ago!  Oh, I play it well when he does call, "oh, baby I miss you so much.  I can't wait to see you.  I can't sleep at night without your arm around me.  I hope you are ok out there.  I understand you are so busy, you don't have time to call "ME"...Keep warm on the firing range.  Don't catch a cold...catch pneumonia idiot!

Blahhhh, makes me sick!  However, I'm good.  I'm doing something positive with it! LMAO!

Non-Fiction: Memoir/Narrative Non-fiction